A song outside my window, and the traffic wrote the words

Feeling pretty good. When I was a gas fitter the final hour of bank holidays was depressing and soul-eroding. Not now though. .
I've been playing all weekend at various hotels. Here's the Steinway I played yesterday. It was during a 'wedding breakfast' which isn't a breakfast at all, seeing as it starts at 4pm. These are not great bookings, but they are easy and well paid so bring 'em on!

Breakfast up the Wrekin last week. See them hills yonder? Caer Caradoc, and Wales behind them. Great spot for breakfast (proper breakfast). And on the way down, dappled sunlight on the forest path. Ahhh!


Dinner in Much Wenlock, (pictured below) And a pint, and there's my hat, as featured on the picture on the right of my blog.


So that was me having a nice Wednesday last week.
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What else? I'm reading Moby Dick. That's what. Looks to be a fine tale of daring-do. Will take it up town with me tomorrow so I can look all interesting as I drink cappuchino (without chocolate sprinkles, thanks).