The last few days

When I got home on Friday afternoon, a very unwelcome letter was waiting for me. It was from the council's 'Landlord Liaison Officer', saying that they would do everything possible to help me stay in my flat. Whoever sent me that letter must be a complete idiot. My main aim is to get out of the place. All the noise makes it feel more like a prison than a home. I went in to their offices this morning, to tell them that they are not to involve my landlord. That would make a horrible situation even worse. And they also recorded that I do not want to stay where I am. That letter drove my anxiety level through the roof. I felt once or twice that I was about to have a fit. I didn't in the end, but spent the afternoon lying down in case I did.
I had a very busy weekend, but my mind wasn't on what I had to do, what with all the anxiety & depression stuff. I felt tired and unwell all weekend. I had two very busy sessions at the historic building. I did a few of my guided tours, mostly social history and very little about the architecture. I do find architectural details so tedious. The playing was a success, and I gave what amounted to a few concerts of harpsichord sonatas by Soler.
Then on Saturday evening I was booked to play for a wedding reception in the next town. The groom was nice, but the bride and her family were a bunch of chavs. Luckily they were nice and noisy, so I didn't have to worry too much about the playing. I played a piano reduction of Eine Kleine Nachtmusik (first three movements; I'm still working on the finale) with all the repeats to stretch it out a bit, Mendelssohn's Wedding March (from A Midsummer Night's Dream), some Chopin waltzes etc, the dreaded Moonlight Sonata, some Piaf songs and a few of the more tuneful old-time songs.  The groom said my playing was 'fantastic', although I doubt he heard a single note, what with all the noise.
When I got back home I went straight to the pub to buy my friend a pint for his birthday. And it is such a nice feeling to be able to do that.