Hiatus

The project for this morning is to put the keyboard stand in the car and drive to Rika's and then back, hopefully, without it. Expect plaintive message from the outskirts of Hull momentarily. :)

Gah

Safely back. No thanks to the Swindon traffic planning people.

Route went faultlessly right up to junction 16 on the M4. Then there was a sign: "Wharf Road Closed. Follow Diversion." I followed the sign that said "diverted traffic," unaware that (as far as I was able to determine) it was the only one and there were no more.

By the time I got to Calne, up a road called Labour-In-Vain Hill, with a raw throat from shouting at the universe (I don't normally shout much), I was ready to give up and go home, but I didn't. I found the Marlborough Road, and went all the way to Beckhampton and up through Avebury and around the winding roads (which, as on the way to Grantham, put me rather more in mind of the rolling English acid-head) to Wroughton. They tried to fool me with another diversion sign on the way in, but I wasn't having any. I turned left into Wharf Road, and there was the turn for the street, and there was the house.

Rika fed me a cup of tea and lots of hugs, and showed me Rafe's video of "Joan" from the Phoenix set (which was just as powerful on a fairly small computer screen as it was live, though some of the lighting effects I remembered turn out to have been only in my head) and took custody of one keyboard stand, and gave me directions for a way back which would work, and here I am home.

Conrep will resume at some point, when I've stopped jangling and subject to Jan being up and about.

And now we know that the route to Wroughton is not that difficult in the ordinary way, we will probably go back.

Happy birthday

to lil_shepherd, a dear friend of long standing. Sorry it's overshadowed with badness, but hoping things will improve. *hugs*