FRIST job is to try and deconstruct the old charcoal grill. Easier said than done – and not made any easier by the drizzle and abundance of midges.
I drag it under the smoker shelter and spend a good hour freeing up corroded nuts and bolts in girly inaccessible place while getting bitten by the wee flying bastards. All the bits are added to the pile to go to the dump later.
Next job is some work on the wooden audiopoint info panel. I lightly sand it and add yet another layer of varnish. I’m getting a little concerned as the engraving is starting to become marred a little by the build up of layers of varnish. Mmmm…I’ll see how it looks tomorrow.
There’s radio playlists to be submitters to the IBBA (Independent Blues Broadcasters’ Association) – I’d sent my playlists from Dave Arcari’s’ Deep Blues, but the IBBA chart is about albums/EPs rather than singles so I need to add in the albums from all my May shows.
I do a little prep for Sunday’s radio show and post round some appropriate groups to let folks know about the show and that if they have any suitable music for consideration to pass on some links for me to check out. I’m keen to support some of the lesser known and/or new artists on the show.
Then it’s time to go to the dump. We had to make the ‘appointment’ on Tuesday and this evening is the first available slot. A piece of nonsense, really, this ‘booking’ system seems to in a hangover from COVID…and every time we’ve been there’s no-one else there! Dave fucking thing with the doctor’s too!!
While I wouldn’t ever condone dumping, I can see that it happens out of pure frustration.
Margaret’s off to Sara’s at the boatyard for a “ladies’ night” so I’m left to my own devices for dinner and stuff. I play guitar for an hour or so then make a big plate of gnocchi.
