Well it's lunchtime and we're barely dressed, so it's not going to be a whole day in Folkestone. Personally I blame the live 'This Morning' smear test. That delayed us by a good twenty minutes. And I'm still trying to work out why they had to stick a pair of curling tongs up the poor woman.
But anyhoo, I made it to Brighton yesterday via the roadworks of Essex, stopping only to eat a trifle at my parents' house. Having parked near Lisa's place of work, I successfully managed to forget that I only had one hour of free parking (condtional upon me buying something at Somerfields), and spent an enjoyable 45 minutes looking at the self-help books in Sussex Stationers, and wondering whether I need the assistance of angels in my life.
Having remembered the parking with only three minutes to spare, I was forced to abandon Lisa and make a mercy dash for some buy-one-get-one-free teacakes, before running back to the car park in a state of panic. Only to find that the man in the little booth had raised the barrier and gone home for the day. Which is just as well, because having got into the lift, I'd realised that the boy on the checkout hadn't given me a receipt.
The lift was also threatening to break down, prompting a woman nearby to lean over and tell me that she had wine and crisps, so we'd be alright. It's just as well we made it - I'd have been drunk and fat in no time.
Anyhoo, we're leaving soon (he said optimistically) for a Supergrass concert at the Leas Cliff Hall in Folkestone. Not one of the nation's best known rock venues, it's true, but I'm sure they're very good. Apparently Daniel O'Donnell's a regular, so they have a fine tradition of quality music. We can't go wrong. Unless we miss the turning and end up on the Eurostar.