Crikey, I must be getting old. Went out to celebrate a birthday and was here before 10:30. Ok, there were three concomitant factors here: one, I didn't know anyone else at the party other than the birthday girl. Two, I had slept only five hours last night and was beginning to feel the effects of this. Three, I wanted to be back in time that I could practise the programme (without raising the anger of the neighbours) that I'm playing in concert in a week and a half (have I told you about this? would you like to come along? It's very expensive at £20 but a) I'm worth it and b) half goes to a local charity voted by the audience). Still, it feels wrong to be making it back home at 10:30 on a Saturday night. And, worse, it's barely half eleven and I'm ready for the pillow. Good night, folks...

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