Following on from yesterday’s post about my – well, my subconscious’s – wavering about going to the Peter Gabriel gig at the O2.
I didn’t go. I wanted to, I intended to.
I got home, had some lunch, had tons of time, felt like crap and had a quick nap. Not common, but not unusual.
I woke up five hours later, just as the concert was due to start. I’m about 75-90 minutes drive from the O2.