A musical interlude

I've got a busy month ahead of me. I'll be harpsichording four days a week instead of three, and I'm playing for a Christmas 'do' in just over a week's time. I know I've got to play carols at least twice. Groan. I detest the bloody things. They're all sickly sweet and gruesome, and turn my brain to jelly. I shall play them though 'cos some people like 'em. Besides it is my job. Give 'em what they want.