It didn't help either that we had some teenage force digging the basement to find out if it can actually be turned into any kind of living area, or even just a dry and warm place to stack in winter gear or other spare clothing. It is clay soil here mostly, and building underground in this area is risky because in places the clay bed is really thin, and if you hit water underneath then that's it. If the river Kokemäenjoki starts to flood or there's heavy rain, you'll end up with a natural swimming pool in your basement. So. There was no spray or even a puddle of water, but a soft spot in the ground anyway. We'll have someone look at it and see where we stand.
Then yesterday, at about six in the evening, Husband - who had warned me through the week that he might be interested in going out to see the concerts some night - told me it was time to get ready. And I was game! I just needed a nudge.
I mean, how cool is it that just a five-minutes' bike-ride away from Home you get Jessie J and Paloma Faith and Emeli Sandé perform to you live in a beautiful falling night? And even though this is a recurring thing - "every year in July" is the festival motto - and you start to take it for granted in a way, you can still get the same tingling feeling when you see all the happy and light-headed people who have transformed your own home town into something out of a fairytale for grown ups. Oh. The love.