A long weekend

I have been working very hard in the garden, and parts of it are starting to look very nice indeed. Friday was fairly quiet at the historic building, but I managed to make myself useful by giving a guided tour in German to a woman and her son. They both said afterwards how much they enjoyed it. I did a lot of playing over the weekend, with very stiff hands and swollen fingers from all the weeding I'd done. I still feel very tired indeed. There's just over a week until my concert. The powers that be have been advertising it, so it looks like at least sixty people will be coming, rather than the twenty-odd that I'd been expecting. It really is all go. In the meanwhile I've contacted the letting agent to ask if they have any flats available. I can't wait to get out of where I'm living now. The neighbours and their progeny sound like something out of Jurassic Park.