When I get home I shall have another bash of the Chopin on my piano. I have now re-memorised everything except the coda. It feels odd playing it on the piano rather than the keyboard, but I'll need to play it on a piano. Afterwards I'll have a nice cup of Darjeeling with some toast and cake. This evening will, I expect, be quite as usual. Haven't made my mind up about dinner yet. I'll rescue something from the freezer when I get home.
The flat is still looking lovely. I can't for the life of me think why I never cottoned on to the housework thing years ago. It doesn't take five minutes either.
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