This morning

Up at twenty to seven this morning. It's a bit cooler and breezier today, although still very humid. Coffee and fags first thing as usual, and deep in thought. I've been thinking about my week. I'm staying up much later now than I have been, and have realised why. I don't have to go to bed just to shut myself off anymore. I can do that in my front room. I'm really relishing every moment of my regained solitude. Of course the anxiety and depression are still very close top the surface, but they are in a different place now, and not all around me as they have been.

Yesterday

I went to the historic building to run through the piano stuff for the last time, and to do a bit of work on the Handel. I didn't want to rush, so I bussed it to the venue the long way round. The wedding do went very well. The Chopin was clumsy in places, but I managed to pull it off.
The weather was still very sultry, and I was tired and hungry when I arrived home, but had no appetite. Dinner was what I could assemble quickly and with the minimum of effort. Thoroughly un-enjoyable too. I could do no more than pick at it.
The people upstairs were shocking bad. The little girl was shouting out of the window at half past nine. Two other kids were still noisily playing computer games at nearly eleven. What is the fucking matter with people? The woman seems to have the parenting skills of a slug. I watched Alfred Hitchcock's film Number Seventeen, but that took a great deal of effort on my part. It was a case of stop, start all evening, with a lot more stop than start. Bed some time after eleven.

Later on

My mind is churning round, thinking about the piano stuff this afternoon and the three days' worth of harpsichording. I'm imagining the scenario for today's do, and still trying to work out the order in which I'm going to play things.
In a moment I shall take myself home for a bit of breakfast. I really fancy toast and bacon, but if I have that I'm going to stink of it all day. So I'll just have a bit of toast. After I've had a bath, I shall take myself all togged up to the historic building, and run through my stuff. I haven't played it with a suit on, and want to make sure my arms aren't going to be restricted. After that it'll be a bus ride to the venue.

This morning

I got up at half past seven this morning, already flagging from the heat. After the fags and coffee I ironed a shirt, and picked out a suit and tie to go with it. The it was up to the library. On the way there I houldn't help noticing how bad the smell of seaweed is. It's quite stomach-turning.

Yesterday

It was hot an muggy all evening, although not so bad as the previous night. The air reeked of rotting seaweed, which it always does in the hot part of the summer. I watched Alfred Hitchcock's Young and Innocent, and that was very entertaining.
The people upstairs had their moments but were generally quietish. Mother was on the phone last night. 'Fuck off you two' she shouted when the kids interrupted her at half past ten. Bed at midnight.
I heard the little girl repeatedly shout 'fuck' out of the window this morning. I don't need to wonder where she gets her language from. Isn't it disgraceful.

The rest of the day

It'll be a cup of tea with some nice lemon curd tarts when I get back. Then it'll be a bit more practice before doing whatever, and making dinner somewhere along the way.
I'm thinking a lot about the music stuff. I've got a lot of playing to do over the next four days. I'm quite looking forward to it though.
I'm hoping that this evening won't be as hot as yesterday, and that whatever neighbours won't be as loud and for such a long time.

In the meanwhile

I went home and rescued some stuff from the freezer. I've decided to make meatballs for dinner. I did a bit of dusting but didn't feel like doing any more, what with the heat, so I took myself to the historic building. I knew that nobody would be there, but that didn't matter. I went to rescue some surplus plants, lying neglected and un-watered under the stairs. I gave then a good soaking when I got home, and then put them out on the balcony. The sill is now completely full. After that I ran through the Chopin and the flashier bits of the Mozart. The Chopin is not how I would want it, but it'll pass. Then, bored again, it was back up to the library.