It's Eurovision tonight. The UK have, I think, a chance of possibly finishing in the top 10. Or perhaps the top 15. Or even not last. I don't think I'll be able to stay awake until the end of the voting, but I plan to enjoy the madness that is the Eurovision Song Contest.
It has not finished as I type, but when it got to Croatia I took strong drink. It didn't help. Croatia was just so odd but good for him. I may not be sober enough to post later.
Fortunately I won't have to be up too early. Today bear had his piano lesson where he did dreadful things to Tchaikovsky, then his maths tutor, when he utterly rocked at working out the angles of septagons and hexagons, then a stiff game of football in the street with his pal, then the gym. I am not expecting to see him too early.