I felt exactly the same as I did last night, and angry and upset besides. Horrible. Coffee and fags were a formality. I had to go to the doctors this morning. That turned into a two hour saga, when I take the subsequent workhouse visit into account. That was fine.
The historic building went quite well. We didn't have many visitors, but the ones who came in were a cultured lot. First of all two Latvian women came in who couldn't speak much English. Would you believe we managed to converse in (very) broken Russian combined with some wild gesticulation! I managed to sell a few cds which was a good result.
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