I had a mad Friday night. No, really. I was a sociable human being and it was brilliant. We drove for an eternity (okay, about four hours) to the very top of Scotland to stay at a hostel where all the rooms are old railway sleeper cabins – it is as awesome as it sounds. It was my friends 30th birthday and J was unusually on board when it came to meeting a bunch of new people. It was so much fun and I managed to avoid drinking too much, but only got about an hours sleep which I’m paying for today… However, if I hadn’t wrecked my shoulder a week ago, the beds would have been the most comfortable thing in the world for my back. They were super firm. Anyway, seeing as I’m utterly wiped out, here are some photos of the incredible Sleeperzzz at Rogart, north of Inverness:
At some point I’ll probably have the energy to talk about the (otherwise lovely) physiotherapist who, unaware of my condition aside from once noticing my sore back, went off on a booze fuelled rant about how peoples chronic pain is all in their heads. I must say, I’m getting better at biting my tongue and learning to pick my battles. It doesn’t mean I don’t want to scream at people sometimes, especially when they should know better. I didn’t want to let this ruin an an otherwise amazing evening though. It was so lovely to spend time with my friends and meet their other pals. What a fantastic bunch. All the lovely feels!
Now, the thought of doing it all again for a gig in Glasgow (3 hours away) next weekend makes me want to assume the foetal position and cry, but I’m sure it’ll be worth it!