I had a very good weekend at the historic building. Yesterday afternoon I felt exhausted and my hands and fingers ached, so I went home to try and have a nap. No chance. The thing upstairs was running round and making a terrible racket as it played. Then they started playing music that sounded like the singer was throwing up. That was that. I had no choice but to get up.
I had the usual hamburger for dinner, but went lavish and fried some chips to go with it. The pub was quiet yesterday (which is what I really wanted), but people did sing. I saw some people I knew from before, and they said they would come and see me on Sundays from now on. Later on I played some classical pieces, mostly Mozart and Beethoven, and that brought a few people in.
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