Notes

My feet are wet. I just walked to my pianist friend's place, to go over the audition pieces for our next show. Had a natter and a cuppa tea. Discovered, to my interest, that her son (who was practising on the guitar in the next room as we chatted) is going to see Interlock next month. Walked home. Still raining.

But I have set the brats to prepare the evening meal. Then, tap class! I shall sleep well tonight, despite the absence of Beast.