Last week I embarked on my fifth attendance of a rather exquisite classical music festival somewhat obviously called Musicfest. I hadn’t intended on going, but as I found a job three days before it started which wouldn’t commence until the week after it finished, how could I say no? This has been the reason for my absence from the lovely e-folds of wordpress – if I was missed I am truly sorry. Basically what this festival entails is practising one’s instrument with particular vigour and enthusiasm every day, all day, for a week, and then performing at the end of it. As such, I’ve not had any opportunity for healthy, cheap or tasty food. This saddens me, so I no longer drink alcohol and I have reverted to the whole “my body is my temple” sort of attitude – although I would say that calling this body a temple is a rather unapt description.