Today

I was up at four, feeling just as tired as I did yesterday. After the fags and coffee it was time to iron a shirt and have a bath. I felt a bit fed up, and ended up taking myself to the historic building at seven. We got everything set up and I did some more practice.
The event went very well indeed, although we finished earlier than expected.
I'm going home in a minute. I expect it'll be another early night.

The rest of yesterday

I duly arrived at the historic building just after lunchtime, and started getting things ready for the forthcoming event. The weather turned so we were unable to do much outside. When the rain started I did some practice instead.
Boring curry for dinner. Then it was a couple of episodes of Coast. Bed, exhausted , at twenty past eight. The cunts upstairs were being noisy, but at least they had their windows closed.

Yesterday morning

I woke up at the crack of half past four in the morning, exhausted and full of apprehension. I arrived at the venue a couple of hours before my appointment, so I had a nice walk around the town centre.
The assessment came round. To my surprise the assessor had studied my condition prior to the appointment, and asked me completely pertinent questions. Her whole manner was both kind and curteous. She told me at the end that I do qualify for the help I've been asking for, and that she was going to send her report to the person who makes the decision. I left the meeting in a complete state of shock.
The first time I was assessed I answered the questions truthfully but literally. I answered to each question that 'I can do that'. What I should have added is 'but I don't do it because....'. If it weren't for my support worker, I'd still be up the creek.

Tomorrow

It's going to be a strange day. I've got the assessment first thing in the morning, then I'm spending time at the historic building to do my stuff. The computers at the library will be out of action for the day. Still, I suppose it'll do me good to be offline for a day.

This evening

I am a creature of habit. Although I sometimes do a bit of jiggery-pokery with the ingredients, I have always cooked a roast dinner in exactly the same way. The outcome is more-or-less predictable. But then people always tell me that my roast dinners are good. Well I made a good 'un today, so am inclined to agree with those people. Now it's all peace and quiet.

Earlier on

I had a reasonable sort of day at the historic building, which was a surprise. The first hour there was very quiet indeed and I didn't expect the day to come to anything, but plenty of people came in after that. When we were closed I sorted out the tombola prizes and tickets for Friday. Then it was a bus ride to my friend's where the chicken seems to be doing very nicely. The weather has been lovely and warm.

The next few days

I've got a busy time ahead of me. Tomorrow's assessment is some distance from where I live. After I've got myself home I need top go straight to the historic building. We have an event on Friday and I'll be playing for six hours. Tomorrow though, I'll be helping to get everything set up beforehand. Then I'm playing on Saturday and Sunday as usual.