London, Peterborough and London again

So I moved up to Corby Glen for a few weeks while I trained for my new job, in Peterborough. I have since made it back to London, on numerous occasions, but now, more permanently.

And in the last few weeks, the following mildly diverting things have happened.

• Elissa came up to Corby, saw a hedgehog for the first time, spotted two barn owls, and enjoyed Stamford's premier tourist attractions, Burghley House and the Gardens of Surprise. I recommend them to anyone with a good sense of humour.
• My family, plus Elissa, headed to Alton Towers. I encouraged a small boy to squirt my mother with a giant water gun. My sister drove too quickly.
• I travelled to London for the weekend, to record some bass. We recorded bass. It sounded alright.
• I watched a lot of the coverage of Glastonbury, and rued not going and seeing it in person. Next year, perhaps.
• I went to Hyde Park to see The Rascals (with guest appearance by Alex Turner), Dirty Pretty Things, Black Kids, Guillemots, The Wombats, Beck and Morrissey. This was my Glastonbury. And 50,000 people all sang "See I've already waited too long! And all my hope is gone!" and I got shivers up my spine. Beck was still better though, but purely on the basis of my knowing next to none of Morrissey's solo material.

And now I'm at work in London, keeping fingers crossed for a flat in Brixton, and generally enjoying finally being back where my life is. And life is good.