All in the mind

Shortly ago I wandered up to the nice butchers go get myself one of their nice hot pasties. That revived me a bit. Then I strolled down to the pub to get my keyboard. I couldn't face going straight back for the stand, and the staff have kindly allowed me to collect it at teatime.
Meanwhile it's thinking, thinking, thinking....
It just goes on and on, and does get so very tiring. There's nothing I can do about it, except let things run their course. I've been mulling over last night's incidence of rudeness. I was determined that I wouldn't let it get on my nerves, but I think it probably has.
I remembered a funny incident from Saturday night too. I got back from the boozer at about half past eleven, got into my pyjamas and dressing gown, and put on a dvd of Laurel and Hardy's Way Out West. I'd opened my French window as normal. While I was still by the telly I heard someone call out to me, and that gave me a shock. It was someone I see every now and then in the pub, and he looked as if he'd had a drink or two as he stood there fidgeting and twitching. He asked me to play him a song, and I replied that my keyboard was elsewhere. The last thing I heard was a slight kerfuffle as he reached the top of the street. I giggled to myself about what had just happened, at the same time feeling rather touched that, inebriated as he was, he wanted me to play.
The other thing I thought about was the email from my brother, in reply to the one I sent him about the diagnosis. That part of it is very strange and uncomfortable for me.