Tomorrow marks the last day before 'Plectronica' and the stress is, naturally, mounting. Managed to make decisions today about what to wear, (always problematic at my age.) Did some ironing of clothes but will have to pack them tomorrow evening to avoid any creasing. Choosing stage wear is rather like choosing short, far too much choice, but never enough. Ah, vanity, all is vanity, even when you're a heath challenged, frazzled senior citizen such as I.

Fortunately I haven't yet succumbed to the drab conformity of many of my generation. No sleeveless wooly pullovers and creepy carpet slippers for me. As the old saying goes, 'sod that for a game of tennis!'