Disorganised

Everything seems to be in chaos. Stuart, Michael and I are all, gradually, packing up to leave the house in a week's time, and there is stuff scattered everywhere. There are bills to pay, there are thousands of pounds going in and out of my bank accounts, and somewhere I'm supposed to be doing some organ practice. I'm really not in the mood.

It's been a beautiful day today after a week of rain. Something feels in balance again, where previously the weather had been quite unsettling. It's remarkable how much environmental factors really do affect us, and dictate how our time will be spent; we know (statistically) that those living on the coast are more liberal, more easy-going, more sociable, though whether this is cause or effect is probably debatable.

There is something distinctly claustrophobic about Manchester at the moment, though. But in a week I will be back in Leicester and the long summer of choir tours and other musical exploits will be underway: Roll on, July.