I woke up at about half past eight and then it was fags and coffee. I mulled over whether I should play at the historic building or not. The mouthy one there really does my head in, but I do enjoy playing. In the end I decided to play, but told the person in charge that I would go home immediately if the loud talking got out of hand. I'm glad I went. I had a brilliant day, and found myself occupied for the whole time we were open. Afterwards it was home for a quick and easy dinner.
A band was still playing when I got to the pub so I kicked off late. Three people I know came in for one drink with a visitor from the Continent. In the end they stayed all night. I'm glad they enjoyed it. I like it too when I see people I know.
On the way home I got a Chinese takeaway because I felt so hungry. That was a mistake. The stuff I dished up only bore a passing resemblance to what it should have been. I can still taste salt and oil now. When I got home I watched a couple of episodes of The Rag Trade and turned in at midnight.
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