A musical interlude

The harpsichording went well over the weekend. I stayed downstairs, as I hadn't the energy to move the keyboard and its bits back upstairs. One of the volunteers just won't stop talking. His voice is loud, and he does talk such absolute shit. I could feel my temper rising, when I was trying to concentrate on what I was playing, against a background of that cunt talking about illnesses, food, and his dodgy historical opinions. I'm definitely moving back upstairs this weekend.