You’re so sh*t…
Wednesday felt like a wasted day, but I’m not sure that it was. I’d be interested to know whether other people have days like this:
I didn’t do the things that I felt I ought to have and I’ve managed to let that be more important than considering the things that I did get done. I didn’t sit around doing nothing. I did do things that helped people, and I did some things for myself, but there’s nothing wrong with that. So why am I so fixated on the idea that I didn’t do what I should have.
Luckily, I’d already arranged to rehearse in the evening and rehearsals with the mighty Simon Jones are nothing other than a pleasure. I arrived an hour and a half late (because I’d been trying to catch up on the things that I should have done: see?) but there was no complaint and food and cider was provided by Simon and the mythical missus. I’d like to publically state my gratitude to all of those of you, who hopefully know who you are, that have provided this service over the years and rescued many many days from the depths of my mental state. Cheers.