if wishes were horses…

Current work: Medical Christmas Duo
Listening to: Led Zeppelin
Reading: Liz Fielding, The Sheik’s Unsuitable Bride (I couldn’t resist it any longer. And what a treat it was. A strong, caring hero; moments I wish I’d written – Berkeley Square being a big case in point, and a certain scene involving a cloak; a lovely, warm heroine; great secondaries; her usual brilliant dialogue; and – oh, just go and buy it. Not in the shops yet, but you can buy advance copies at Mills & Boon)

If wishes were horses… then I would’ve ridden a white charger to London yesterday and seen Led Zeppelin live. I didn’t bother applying for tickets because the odds of getting them were so small.

But, oh, I would’ve loved to see them play together.

I’ve seen Robert Plant a few times. The best was his date at my local university, where I was all of six feet away from my favourite singer ever – and it was fabulous. (Especial thanks to the 6ft2 guy in front of me who was kind enough to swap places so I could see; being short and round, I didn’t even come up to his chin.)

I do hope the event was filmed, so those who desperately wanted to be there but didn’t have tickets will get a chance to see the show… at least, more than just the little tempting bits shown on breakfast TV this morning. I don’t watch much TV and absolutely not in the mornings, but I made an exception for this.

Guess what I’m going to be playing on the school run this morning? And what I’m going to be agitating for in my guitar lesson this morning? :o) I was supposed to be practising a very fast version of 'Ding Dong Merrily on High' - er, no, I was too busy to practice. Will do better next year with all my new free time. Some of which I am also going to use for exercise.