Taru - or Reds as we now must call her - quite rightly and passionately blogged on the need to follow ones dreams. But sometime Life with a capital L gets in the way.
So this weekend as have noted am not doing the Round the Island or indeed getting afloat in any way, and early next week will have the funeral of close family member followed by the grind of discussions with lawyers and accountants. This weekend is therefore a time for preparation and a quiet night in.
I'm really enjoying watching on the Beeb this year's Glastonbury, where the rains have eased off, skies are blue and the mud is beginning to dry under the golden evening sunshine. We've already seen excellent sets by U2 and Tinie Tempah, and there's a long long list of good bands to come.
One thing I definitely haven't been watching is the latest in the series in which three men do something on the water involving Gryff Rys Jones and the other two. Seriously, enough guys! This is one viewer on strike.
But then again if you can get the BBC to pay you to potter around on classic boats, well you can see why they might say yes.
If you get a good hand you might as well play it.
