This has not been a great year for indulgences. The other day I realised that I have not actually been out - on a trip or 'outing' if you will - since this time last year when I went to the Cheltenham Festival of Literature.
This year I hoped to go again. I know funds are tight and all that but Mum gave me a £20 note and told me to go to the festival. Everything I want to see has sold out and now I've had an allergic reaction to something. I don't claim the two are related but, really! Is it too much to ask to go out once a year? My pre-festival buzz may have buzzed off. Maybe someone will drop out of one of the events and I can scurry in? It's quite an elegant gathering. I wonder if my side-show attraction face will scare off the people sitting next to me and give me a bit more space to stretch out? Hmm. Could be a good thing after all. Buzz buzz buzz.
