What A Difference A Year Makes...
I can't believe that we are on the brink of a year since Covid-19 started it's strafing run. Kayte and I were on the road to Vapnartak, listening to the news, when it was announced that York was in the crosshairs. At the time I was just getting over what I thought was flu on steroids, and was weakened and not my usual bright self - perhaps I had had it. Lord knows I'd never felt so ill in my life. But hey, ho.. Roger was sans car at the time, and called off at the last minute so our planned meet up was canned, but I ran into an old Sheffield friend, Tony Kirk and his partner, so there was some serious catching up to do. To be honest, it was a show where I bought nothing of consequence, despite having a four figure sum in my pocket, waiting to be spent. Since 1989, I've had a system whereby, from January to March I saved money ahead of the defunct Triples show, and then saved whatever I could based on my show calendar until October 31st where I went into winter quarters...