The library's computers were misbehaving on Saturday, so I wasn't able to record my thoughts. I don't remember how I thought last Friday night, or what I did. In fact I don't remember much about the weekend at all.
The harpsichording went fairly well. One woman came in yesterday and hovered around for a bit. Then she kept on interrupting me while I was playing. Then she said she was from the Royal College of Music, which made me suspicious. (A classical musician would never interrupt another while they are playing. They would wait for the performer to stop). Then she asked if she could have a go at the piece I was playing, so I got up and let her sit down. She attempted the right hand. The first chord was wrong, as she'd not noticed the key signature, etc., etc. Some five minutes later, after I'd shown her every single note, she'd got the hang of the first bar and a half. Why me? Why does it always happen to me? It ain't fair.
The pub was fairly quiet so fairly routine. To be honest I didn't enjoy it. Luckily there was a band on at nine so I packed up nice and early.
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