Saturday 1 November 2008

It's my first weekend at home for two months: when not further refining repertoire for a future project I've been picking apples (more off the ground than the trees), and avoiding leaf-raking by using the lawnmower with the blades set high. The solo harpsichord recital has turned out be a safe 38 hours after thrashing the Steinway, so that's OK then. I don't think I'm due to go on a stage now for almost three months, which is just as well as I have lots of catching up to do. I can see urgent tasks on the list beside me that I wrote down as urgent in April.