Up ridiculously early for a Sunday - I mean, seriously, 8am. The GP told me to 'rest' a few weeks ago, for about 4 weeks if possible. Still, it was a nice thing to do on a Sunday (financially, if anything else). The band are available to hire for private functions and a pair of fans (a married couple) booked us to play in their garden to them and about 7 slightly confused friends. We played for two hours and the lady cried with happiness at least twice. It's kinda like fame, but not quite.
Long day, though, back by 8pm. A's cat is now scared of me because I dropped it down the stairs last night whilst trying to train it to catch spiders. Such a wimp.
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