There's something not right if you go to an open air concert and you can't see the stage because some ingenious people had the most stupidest idea of bringing and using their brollies.
I mean, seriously, you guys live in Glasgow. It rains. Most of the time. Get used to it and get a hoody, but for goodness sake leave the brolly at home when you go and see Radiohead. It's just not cool gigging with a brolly in your hand. Honest.

Nevermind though, it was our first big long night out 15 months after B-day and I won't let brollies or indeed rain ruin a fab night. Radiohead were amazing as ever (even though I couldn't see a thing all night and ended up with a stiff neck for trying anyway) and Cubling had her own wee adventure, her first sleepover at the childminder. It went well and she managed without magic mummy milk just fine (does that mean she manipulates me? Probably. Ah well). She was just a bit confused not to find her pal at the breakfast table upon arrival (as she usually does in the morning) but thought it was real cool to spend the evening with N. In the morning though she was clearly chuffed to see us turn up.
She didn't quite sleep through but boy did I.