There could not be a finer day to be suffering from a hangover - the sun is out, but I think it is going to tip down again by the time I reach the street-party that I am supposed to be going to this afternoon.
H.I. went off on her own last night, so I hung around talking, drinking and eventually shouting with friends in the pub until it was too late to go home and cook some dinner, but I did have fun so I am not complaining - much.
An old Scottish friend turned up from Edinburgh as well, because he is due to perform in the annual Widcombe festival event which I have just called a 'street party'. He specialises in pretty much every wind instrument except bagpipes, and he is something of a celebrity on the circuit, not least for being able to play at least two recorders at the same time.
When I told him that my birthplace was Haslemere in Surrey, he was deeply impressed because - as previously mentioned - that town is the home of the world famous Dolmetsch recorder factory, and all of his instruments were made there. He sends them back regularly for a service, and pays £60 each to have that done by the original makers. That's what I call professionalism.
I am going to see if I can find a You Tube video of him playing one of the tunes from the album he gave me a copy of last night, but I may not be able to listen to it for long. Solo recorders and hangovers don't mix.