My week

I have had a roller-coaster of a week. There was the build-up to my tribunal hearing, which was really stressful. Meanwhile the hideously noisy downstairs neighbours gave regular performances every afternoon and evening. Meanwhile the man who runs the historic building suffered a heart attack last Sunday night. That piece of news was awful. He is likely to be off sick for a long time, and it is possible he may not come back. So that leaves me in charge. I don't want to be in charge, but am determined the building remains open. We are very short of volunteers too, which is a headache. This week I have found myself at the reception desk instead of playing, and that's not ideal. I feel very shaken by it all. I don't cope well with all this sudden change. My few days away might do me some good, I hope.