Spent Sunday afternoon following the Girls Brigade on a march. No I am not a pervert, but my partner is the commissioner of the GB and it was the 125th anniversary. They had a drum and bugle band which I have to say was not half bad. Parading through the City on a hot Sunday afternoon past some of the pubs was a bit dodgy, but the drunks came out and clapped?
It was hot at the Oak last night. I had a couple of solos and the one I was most pleased with was in 'A Beautiful Friendship' The practice actually paid off. I still feel spent but I am not as worried as a few days ago. I am allowing myself to think it was the end dregs of the statins causing me the probs?
A very hard week at work ahead because we have no work. I have this conscience making me feel guilty as I know I am being paid a wage? But what do you do when you have made up all the coffins. Cleaned and polished all the cars etc? Having no work is more tiring than working flat out?
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