The historic building was dire. We only had seven visitors so decided to close an hour early. I went home and lay o the sofa, but didn't manage to sleep. Then it was dinner and on to the pub.
I had a good night, but got very drunk. I've stopped beating myself up about it. Everyone else was just as drunk as I was. I played a mixture of old-time songs and classical. People came in because they had heard me playing, and everyone wanted to be my friend. That was very tiring. One woman sang some Piaf songs in French while I played them. It turned out that the woman is the proprietor of a cocktail bar, and she asked me to do some harpsichording there on Friday evening. She hasn't yet made the contact we'd agreed on, so I'm hoping it won't go ahead. I'd love to do it, but the location of the venue would be very embarrassing for me. Shame. I could really do with the dosh. I got home just after midnight and flopped straight into bed.
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