One of those days

We had visitors at the historic building but it wasn't a good day. Two stallholders have set up in the room next to me, and they wouldn't stop talking. It was continuous and it was loud, so I kept taking myself downstairs to get away from them. It was so distracting that I couldn't concentrate on what I was supposed to be doing. Downstairs at the entrance desk was the person who comes in on Sundays, and who also won't stop talking and who is also loud. Anyway some visitors came in so I went back upstairs to play. Do you know the cunt at the desk kept those people talking for a quarter of an hour, so there's muggings playing to myself, meanwhile trying to ignore all the shit I could hear next door. One of the nice volunteers asked me if I was OK and I exploded. That was that. I left two hours early with a pounding headache and aching arms. That's the second day in a row that I've left early because of all the loud talking. I can't cope with it. I have told the person who asked how I was. I won't continue to play under those circumstances. It's intolerable.