Fragil- or perhaps a pint of Harden the Fuck Up

A beautiful weekend camping down Foster way with Kim, Nix, Andy, Anna, Felix and Pearl - in magnificent Victorian autumnal weather ... grand times and many a laugh (kids pretty harsh with their letter to the Easter Bunny though).

Results Friday.

It's Wednesday night and I've had my 3rd glass of the local pinot gris.

Having a YouTube night on the couch -it started with toe tapping Mumford and Sons (the 4 part Gentlemen of the Road series), moved to their bookshop session of Lion Man, and somehow ended up at Sting, Fragile (went looking for a live version with the Melbourne Symphony Orchestra).

Of course I should go to bed.

BUT, it occurred to me that another possibility for a 'bigger' result of the MRI is pull up stumps and sit in a Portuguese fishing village with no other aim than to learn the Fragil guitar solo, and learn it well.

Then it also occurred to me that Drama Queen sneaks in under the second glass. Down Gippsland way - Foster Pub, Toora Pub out Wilson's Prom Country - you'd get a whack on the shoulder about now and told with a wink you might need a pint of Harden the Fuck Up.

Sage advice. Bed time.