I had a lovely time harpsichording this weekend, but Sunday more than Saturday. Quite a few visitors said they had enjoyed what I played.
I wasn't looking forward to the pub. In fact I spent Sunday afternoon dreading it. It was ok once I started. There weren't many customers, but a few groups of people were up for a song, and some of them told me that they had enjoyed themselves. Some friends came in and stayed for a bit, and that did wonders for how I was feeling inside. Later on some of my favourite acquaintances came in, and we had a good laugh. One of my autistic friends came in, and we both enjoyed being very serious and getting pissed at the same time.
The landlord pitched up towards the end of the night. He took a photo and said that he'd published it on all the social media, and that I was now famous. I do hope not. I couldn't cope with that.
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