In a weird, synchronous echo left over from last night’s concert-listening, my friend Biddy called me earlier today from the Glastonbury Festival and held her phone out to the stage while Crowded House played ‘Fingers Of Love’. I stood in the street outside Richmond Police Station grinning like a fool as Neil Finn warbled and Nick Seymour strummed in my ear and it was just wonderful.
Life is good.
Recovering from the joy, I then went to see a nice chap in the Orange shop about getting my dodgy mobile phone fixed. I walked out half an hour later with a brand new, totally free KICK-ASS phone which I cannot stop caressing because it’s so pretty, and a while after that I noticed that the top two buttons on my blouse had come undone without me noticing. I can’t help but wonder if the fact I was unintentionally flashing cleavage and the fact that I got such a good deal from the nice chap might have been related.
Like I said, life is good.