So the preparation is gearing up. I have been told in no uncertain terms by the authorities at Halfords that it is NOT a good idea to tie our pram to a bike rack on the car. So we may have to leave behind all clothing to make space. But my amazing wife, Caitlin, has categorised everything the wee lad needs and her own stuff - just my paraphernalia to squeeze in. Of course - as followers of a certain Ms. Rowling will know - wizarding cars are bigger on the inside than on the outside. Which is rather useful. Currently attempting the same spell on my brain to accommodate the latest tweaks to the scripts.
My brain. It's rather full right now. And a brand new elephant of a concept just appeared under my top hat. I've been having pain in my abdomen recently and went for some tests. I apparently have a dodgy liver - potentially my comeuppance for slightly irresponsible drinking over the last 15 or so years. No appointments at the liver docs til after Edinburgh - maybe too many of my fellow revellers having had a good time of it in the past few years - but this will probably mean my Fringe is 'nice' rather than 'naughty' this time round. This elephant will not be pink.
Plenty of lovely ART to get my highs from though, and of course the opportunity to bring WONDER to you lovely people.
"The accidents of nature. That which you do not choose. The colour, size, weight, feel of things."
Life imitates art much more than art imitates life.