Falling in love with a slug

Wandering into the kitchen early this morning, I was slightly disturbed to find a piece of cold spaghetti under my bare foot, on the floor near to the sink. On further inspection I then realised that, rather than spaghetti, it was a slug that had slithered in out of the rain…

Booked a couple more gigs at the Arts Theatre upstairs. Good chance to polish up some more of the old songs.

This is where I say I’ve just found the tape of a song I wrote several years about waking up in the night and treading on a slug. But of course that didn’t happen. I would have had to fall in love with the slug first and then written a song about treading on it. However I did find a tape in the old box about someone who I didn’t treat very well… called The Cat That Drops The Bird, and I might try doing something with it - see if I can update it and make it work.