Sunday

I had a brilliant time harpsichording at lunchtime. I had an easy dinner before going to the pub later on. That went reasonably well, and I had some nice comments from people who were visiting the town. One little girl (who told me she was three-and-a-half) was dancing round with her father to the old songs, and a few tunes from The Wizard Of Oz. The nicest thing that happened all night was a surprise visit by my friend from uni, whose birthday it was. Im really glad he came, because I couldn't possibly follow on to where they were all meeting up.
When I got home at about half past ten I watched I'm No Angel again. I was in exactly the right mood for Mae West. She always makes me laugh. I got to bed after midnight again.