My usual Sunday activities

The harpsichording was a great success. I was pleased with the cd sales and had an extra trip to the supermarket. I didn't fancy eating when dinnertime came round, but ate some more of Saturday's pasta. Boring.
I went to the pub early so I could have half a pint for medicinal purposes. It's a shame my favourite barman was off. That put me on edge. I went home, brought my stuff down and set up. I was mortified when the keyboard wouldn't start up. The long and short of it was that the previous band's kit had overloaded the socket and blown something. Nihil desperandum. I set up out the back instead. That was very cramped indeed and I was sat immediately in front of an open fire. That was so uncomfortable but I just got on with it.
I started playing to an almost empty pub. Shortly after I started two locals who I don't know came4 in for a quick pint on the way home. They were soon singing their little heads orf, and stayed for three hours. They had more than I pint, I can tell you. In fact they had more than a few. Then a group of visitors turned up and joined in. It turned out to be a good night.
While I was playing someone I know joined in on the Hammond organ in the corner, and continued for a couple of hours. Those things sound terrible but it was all good fun. I gave him something out of my cd money for his efforts.
After I finished playing I got nattering to two of the visitors, ands they knew all the places in Spain that I have visited. That was nice.
I got through three pints of cider and took a fourth home with me. I must say it was some of the most atrocious stuff I've ever tasted but it was strong. That was all that really mattered. When I got back I watched two Laurel and Hardy films; One Good Turn and Thicker Than Water. I almost finished the pasta and turned in around half past midnight.