This week

I need to buck my ideas up. First, I must get round to practicing more for next Saturday's gig at the art gallery. That's one of the things about being as I am; one tends to spend endless time thinking about things, so it takes ages to get round to doing them.  I mustn't forget to print out a song-sheet for the lady at the new pub, so she can see what I do. I can take the opportunity to expunge one or two songs that get on my nerves.