Spontaneous fun

I went back to the pub yesterday evening. One of the cunts was there, but he didn't stay long. I had a natter with my brother, and then played some Beethoven, Schubert and Chopin on the piano. In the meantime some of the nicer regulars came in, and the atmosphere was lovely. Cunt the first came in a bit later and was on form. From then on I needed eyes in the back of my head, and managed to rescue my brother from the deplorable monologues a few times. One of my closest friends came in to celebrate her birthday, and brought her daughter. It's always really lovely to see them.
Then another 'micropub tour' alias pub crawl came in, and we had a singalong. It was really warming to hear such joyful singing. The people said how much they'd enjoyed it. So did I. After the people left, I spent some time with my brother and a couple of the regulars.
I went to school today, and 'miss' finally understands that I already know everything she is teaching.
I have a doctor's appointment this afternoon, and two of my close family are coming along to tell the doctor about my fits. They have already told me what happened; I feel very concerned about it, and very sorry that they had to witness it. I'm a bit preoccupied about this afternoon's appointment. I'd be a bleedin' marvellous catch for someone, what with mental health issues AND fits, wouldn't I?