Deb's Digest

The Knowsley Festival was all the more frustrating because as we were wallowing in mud, the Innocent son was basking in red hot sunshine in Juan Les Pins with his colleagues. Apparently there were so many planned activities that there was no time for bed and at 5am he was on a pedalo, having left his jeans, shirt and wallet on the shore. On returning to the shore he discovered that the aforementioned items were no longer where he'd left them. We got a text "I've lost my wallet". You can imagine the panic that set in on a Sunday morning in Ainsdale. But an hour later, by the time my blood pressure was nice and high, another text arrived "wallet found". After a boozy night and an early-morning stint on a pedalo, a friend had decided that it would be really funny to leave all the items in a lift!