Sunday 23 May

Today I didn't go to the writer's festival. There were three reasons not to sleep in, to get out of my snuggly warm bed and go:

1. My friend J was going and I was going to meet her there - I haven't seen her in ages. Ages! But then I found out she wasn't going.
2. My friend D was speaking on a panel. But then, I wasn't interested in the panel's topic.
3. I might bump into a handsome young man. But if I was going to bump into a handsome young man, I'd much rather be in bed.