Rose around 0800. Spent most of the day trying to get my voice going for this evening’s floor spot at the Folk Club. Did my exercises. Raining outside…noticed a couple of small damp patches on the spare bedroom wall! It’s never ending! Kath had alerted us to the fact that dad had fallen in the bathroom and banged his head. Gave him a ring…he sounded fine, though couldn’t explain how his fall had come about. A bit odd! He has a bruise to the back of his head where he clashed with the WC cistern. We finished off the baked ricotta for lunch. Listened to the Women’s Semis from Roland Garros. Early dinner…Aki cooked pork chops with fennel and pickled rhubarb. We walked to Holloway Road and caught a bus to Highbury Corner. Colin, Peta and Kate already at the venue…it was packed…standing room only! Said hello to John Kirkpatrick, who was this evening’s guest artiste…always good to see him. I booked us in for a floorspot…we had to wait until the second half. We went down well…though we suffered a little for lack of rehearsal. I lost my lines in verse two…luckily the guy who wrote the lyrics was to my right and came to the rescue! Adjourned for a quick drink downstairs afterward before catching a bus back to Holloway…
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