A busy day

Good morning, world. Let me tell you about yesterday. Between 11am and 3pm I played harpsichord music at the historic building. Mentally I found it very gruelling, because I've been playing the same twenty-or-so pieces over and over again for the past three weeks. I won't play there again until the new year, which will give me time to put together a new programme. I am ready for the break. At 3.10pm my taxi arrived, which took me and my instrument to the pub. I got home at 3.30pm, made my dinner and got changed, and was back at the pub for 6pm. That gave me a chance to acclimatise myself.
Yesterday it was blowing a gale, which made it quite difficult to walk along the harbour, so there was hardly anyone about. An elderly couple came into the pub and started talking to me. I didn't really want to talk to them, but was quite civil. Then the man asked me if I could play rock & roll, which of course I can't. Then he regaled me with tales of his own prowess on the keyboard, so I invited him to play mine. After prodding around for about ten minutes he asked me to show him how to play it. I showed him two notes, made my excuses and left. As I got to the top of the harbour, my friend with aspergers and his partner were walking towards me, so I came back to the pub with them. We had a game of scrabble, which helped me to calm down.
Given the atrocious weather, there was a good turnout for the 8pm start. Apart from the regulars, and two more of my close friends, two people I hadn't seen before had travelled some distance to get there. There was another person who only comes when I play, and I've only seen him twice before to my knowledge.
The first half of my programme consisted of christmas carols, which I played with a church organ sound and a pious & supercilious expression. Not my favourite, but everyone joined in.
After a fag break I played old-time pub songs, as well as things like Jerusalem, What shall we do with the drunken sailor, and the happy wanderer. I finished at 11pm. People said very complimentary things about the evening, and that they'd really enjoyed it. I am glad, because if they didn't enjoy it I'd stop doing those evenings.
The landlord & landlady left at midnight, and gave us the run of the place. My friend with aspergers spent some hours playing the guitar, which I really enjoyed. Two new people sat playing my keyboard at the same time. That was fun because neither of them could play, but really enjoyed the sounds they were making. I left at 3.30am, having drunk four pints since 8pm. That wasn't too excessive, but I woke up at 9.45am feeling like I'd had a drink. My mind has been working overtime this morning, but the thoughts are mostly nice ones. I'll need to go back to the pub this afternoon to collect my instrument.