Sunday

I woke up early yesterday to a hot, bright and humid morning. It quickly clouded over, and a few thunderclaps were followed by a sustained period of heavy rain. I though that would put the mockers on people visiting the historic building, but it didn't. I had a fantastic time there. Quite a few people spoke to me and sat down to listen. I enjoyed the intelligent conversations too.
After playing I moved the keyboard and made a quick dash to the supermarket before lying down for an hour. By the rain had long since died down, and the warm sunshine had returned. I had what is now my usual Sunday dinner; hamburgers from the freezer with sliced tomatoes, gherkins, cheese and mayonnaise in crusty rolls.
I went to the pub just as apprehensive as usual, but was cheered up enormously by the arrival of two friends who had come to hear me. The lady's grown-up son is a graduate with aspergers, just like I am, and we all get on famously well. Just after I started playing, two people came in that I'd been chatting to and had harpsichorded for. There was a double-take on their part and a couple of smiles, but they joined in with the singing. Before I knew it the bar was full, and the the tables outside were full, and everyone joining in with the songs. It was lovely. The best night I've had there for a long time. Some people came and called me by my name. I was embarrassed that I didn't remember who they were, but they'd been to one or two of my dos in the past. What I liked best of all was when people came up to me as they were leaving, to say what a lovely time they'd had.
I got home just before midnight and made myself a bit of light refreshment; lorne sausage (from the freezer) and brown sauce in a crusty roll. The day that had started off so miserably ended with a beautiful night. That did me a power of good.