A nice song

My friend's visit went very well yesterday. We went to see an exhibition at the art gallery and went out for a really nice meal at the local carvery. We talked a lot, since we haven't seen each other for quite a while.

When my friend left, I took myself down the pub. I don't know if I told you this, but my keyboard currently lives there; I seem to play much more frequently now and I'm getting fed up with carrying it backwards and forwards. Now then, there were only two people at the pub when I arrived, so I had a little play-through to myself. In the meanwhile the pub filled up, and people started to join in with the songs. We handed out some song sheets, and there was loud singing and lots of laughs until 11pm. What a lovely way to spend a Saturday evening. I do enjoy playing those old-time pub songs, and it is evident that the people in the pub greatly enjoyed singing them. Until quite recently communal singing was very much a part of pub life at weekends. Nowadays that tradition is practically dead. What a shame.

My friends round the corner didn't come down yesterday, and I missed them. They are coming to me for dinner later on, which I'm really looking forward to.

I went to bed at 2am and woke up around 7.30am. I don't remember waking up during the night, but I do feel tired today.My mind is overactive, as usual; I hope another fag or two will help me settle down.

This morning is beautifully sunny. What a nice change from the weather we've been having of late. The seagulls have been particularly noisy today.