I am returned following wedding shenanigans. Despite getting plenty maudlin and plenty drunk on the night, it was a really lovely event and very touching in places. Going to have some trouble living down some wine-inspired moves on the dance floor – but that’s about the extent of my disgrace this time.
Despite a shattering hangover on the Sunday, I got back feeling pretty good. I’d been feeling quite tired and keeping some unsociable hours prior to heading up the coast, so to feel refreshed after a few days work and play up north was a pleasant surprise.
Yesterday morning I woke up about 5am to a haunting song playing on the radio. It was described as an Appalachian folk song called I Wonder as I Wander. Apparently it’s a Christmas carol, but it sounds more like a lonely funeral hymn to me. Regardless, it’s a beautiful melody and I’m having trouble shaking it.
Tonight I’m playing football for the first time in a fortnight. True to form, the clear weather has fled ahead of clouds which are spitting out light rain at regular intervals. My colleague Jo has asked me to stop playing altogether on account of the dreary conditions it seems to attract. Good to know The Mock can control the skies as well as the fortunes of various supported teams.
The weekend is pretty free. Night on the tiles for SamBam’s 30th on Saturday night but that’s all. Mile of haus-work to get through. Monica and Brian are going up to Coolangatta with some good friends for a little break, so I’ll have to catch them later.
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