I need to collect my keyboard from the pub at lunchtime (groan). I'm getting too old for all this carrying around lark. I often wish I played the tin whistle instead.
Early this afternoon I'm giving my first lesson at home on the piano. I think Nina will be watching. Afterwards it's the rest of the lessons as usual.
Tomorrow also looks like it's going to be busy. Harpsichording for English Heritage at lunchtime, and probably harpsichording again tomorrow night. Inside I feel quite excited about it. At last I'm becoming known for what I'm really good at, which is something very important for me.
Something I enjoy about playing is that it allows me to be present, while preventing my from engaging in any unwanted conversation.
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