I’m tired and exhausted from the Wing and a Prayer weekend, but it was definitely worth it.
Working at the festival in August means I never have time to see much of the programme or even catch up properly with all the amazing people I have come to know through this strange festival.
This weekend is a chance to redress that balance.
It’s good to be able to catch some comedy, music, speakers, workshops and so forth, but it’s even better to be able to spend time chatting, laughing, drinking and even crying with some of the best people I know.
My soul feels warmed.
My liver however may be slightly less happy…
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