Sunday

Yesterday was an odd sort of day. The historic building was closed, so I spent the day doing housework and playing card games on the computer. Yesterday afternoon the pub landlord contacted me to ask if I would play at his establishment in the next town that evening, instead of the one where I usually play. The latter had an event on. Of course I agreed but it really shook me, as it was all so last-minute.
I had an early dinner then took my keyboard to the venue by taxi. It was very quiet with only two customers in. I played for an hour and a half and the people enjoyed it. I was both distracted and pestered by the annoying little flies that kept bobbing about.
Then two people came in who started singing, then a group of three, and then another couple. They sang for a further two hours. In the meanwhile a few more people sat around and listened. It was a lovely night, and people told me how much they had enjoyed themselves.
I got the taxi back home. That was quite a feat of logistics; getting the keyboard and bits back, with me in an advanced state of inebriation.
When I got back I watched some more Laurel and Hardy before turning in.