The Market Hill was teeming yesterday. The Woodbridge 10k always draws a crowd.
It felt like the first day of summer. The bunting fluttered with purpose; locals blinked hard as they came out of their dark hibernation; the pubs barbecued burgers in the open-air. The local community at play.
In retrospect though, I should have cooked my own lunch. To be fair, I can't be certain it was the beef. But something tied me in knots last night, causing me to wake with intense stomach pain.
I should be in Cambridge now. It'd be my first gig of the year.
Instead I'm curled up on the sofa. I hope Sue and Andrew enjoy the gig without me. And at least I have this consolation: I hear a rumour I may get another chance to see her play live before the year is out.
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