The equilibrium I call ‘normal’

I’m sleeping again. And I have money. The day of the matthew street festival I went to was a bit dull, but I managed to befriend some Very Odd People who had just started attending my church. They were brother and sister (called Steven and Niaomi) who were quite intense and talkative and one of them had a thing about photographing herself next to an alley called ‘Needless Alley’ every month in Birmingham. This presented a problem to her as it was nearly the end of the month and she hadn’t taken the photograph yet. We all ended up sat on the floor of WH Smiths thumbing through the A-Z of liverpool looking for an appropriately named alleyway. We must have looked strange to the staff of WH Smith(I told you they were Very Odd). We had no luck so Niaomi had to have her photo taken next to Drury Lane instead (of muffin man nursery ryhme fame). All of which was more fun than the depressing irish band performing sea shanties on the new band stage.
The End