Day 72........ticket-buying frenzy.

Day 72........ticket-buying frenzy.

3 Girls and 4 Suitcases.

Yesterday mornings routine was disrupted by a frantic search for tickets for a Taylor Swift concert in Toronto.......next October. I'm having a deja-vu, about the rant I'm about to make, so apologies if I said all this yesterday. With doing the blog a day retrospectively, I sometimes slip up and speak about today.
My rant about tickets=the amount of interest that these companies make from selling tickets a year in advance. Most of the buyers (young folk or their parents, with not a huge amount of extra money) could do with the money being in their own bank accounts, getting the tiny bit of interest that it may aquire over the year rather than it being used to accumulate huge amounts of interest for whoever it is that gets it, selling tickets a year in advance.
Whilst I appreciate that artists need to know that their concert is going to be attended before they shell out lots of dosh to the people who will organise and make it happen on the night, by the time you reach the status of someone like Taylor Swift, who knows that her concerts will sell-out, you'd think that they could do less of a run-up to them. Give a years notice,  give the kids time to save and put the tickets on sale a couple of months before.
I have just heard that Bob, sorry-Sir Bob Geldof is puting together another band-aid-like-thing and whilst I am glad that people are paying attention to what is happening in other parts of the world, is he looking at what is happening with povery in the UK? I don't know the details and perhaps this band-aid will be more than a band-aid (american name for sticking plaster) for poverty. The first band-aid was a big sticking plaster but surely there must be a way to heal rather than just cover-up the wound that is poverty. If all of these mega-rich folk employed a heart-centred, intelligent lawer/accountant/adviser, to help them give some of their millions/billions  into projects that would work towards the end of poverty, gradually healing the wound so that no band-aid would be needed, would that not be better? How great would these rich folk feel? They'd still be rich 'cause they don't have to give all of their millions away but they'd also be giving encouragement to others, who don't have millions, to do something smaller but equally important, in their own communities.
When I am rich, I plan to give most of it away, if I can get past Bill-lol.
That was a bit bigger of a rant than I planned-apologies to those who were just in here to see what happened at 921 Royal York Road, yesterday.
And so I go back to my routine being disrupted. Jen was on the phone, on speaker, as the countdown to 10am approached and we had our fingers ready to press whatever buttons we needed to on our laptops, to get the pre-sale tickets. Slight snag being that we hadn't been sent the pre-sale code as they had promised-eek. 10am arrived and the wee whirley circle began to swirl and Holly (my niece in Vancouver) frantically and successfully found us the Toronto pre-sale code and we were able to plug it in and request 2 tickets.......please.
The 'loading' circle gave an indication of time to tickets and mine started at 11 mins......and that same tab, 40 mins later still said 11 mins.
Smartly, I had opened a 2nd tab and that clock ran it's time down....slowly. Holly got to the ticket sales first and they were offered two floor-seat tickets which they were just about to complete the sale on .......and the screen froze. You can imagine the noises coming through the phone but I ever-so-calmly got them back on focus to try again. Jens computer got there next and they were plugging in the credit card details when the screen began to jump around then went black and white and then......nothing. Good job that I was feeling calm because it must have been transmitted to them because they quickly pulled themselves together to dial-up again.
Meanwhile, on the Toronto end, I got through and yes folks, I got 2 tickets with nae problem for pretty decent seats on the first level (of 3)
Jen decided to keep her 'timer' going and she got through again and was given the option of floor seats, which is where Ali wanted to be and so she went ahead and bought those so that now we have 2 spare tickets. Not a problem. I have no doubts that we will be able to give some very happy youngsters a break, when they don't get tickets next Friday, when they go on sale.
By the time this was all done, it was 11am and I had yet to meditate and get organised so I had a day off from the library but did do some writing and research, at home.
I nipped out to the bank, to buy Ali some American dollars for her trip to NYC on Wednesday and I also picked up some Strepsils for her because she had a rotten sore throat. I think that it's probably the fault of those little minions she's working with, kissing her and slobbering all over her-lol. I remember having loads of sick-time when I did my sick kids training due to all those kiddie bugs that I wasn't used to.
I met her from work, to go buy pizza for dinner and we enjoyed the boxes keeping our hands warm on the way back. It was 2 degrees but with a definite wind-chill factor. It was supposed to be -2 overnight but didn't look frosty this morning and it is now raining.
I overslept this morning and must set an alarm at the weekend, especially when I've set the coffee pot. It was a half hour older than its best, when I had my first cup.
Okay folks-off to cuddle a wee bambino.
Love to all,
Lxxx