Sunday

I woke up to the effects of the first high dose of the new tablets. Well. I did wake up eventually, some three hours later. I watched my seedlings as I had my fags and coffee, and was glad to see that the broad beans, dwarf beans and one of the runners have started to sprout. I thought they had given up the ghost.
The weather was beautiful all day, and the hottest so far. I needed to get out, so I played at the historic building after all. It's a good job that I did, as while I was there I had a call from the pub landlord. He wants to have a band playing during my Sunday night spot, and asked me whether I'd like to start at 10pm instead. Of course I wouldn't. I'm usually in bed around nineish. It's ok if I start earlier. I can go on as long as I need to, but I couldn't possibly start as late as ten. So I had a nice quiet Sunday evening with Steptoe and Son, card games and Parween Sultana singing Rag Gujari Thodi. Bed at nine.