October 1, 2018

I wasn’t in the mood. I really wasn’t. I love playing my harp but I don’t love carrying it and my muscles were aching. Added to which there was extra lugging in the form of a harp stand, a music stand, 36 spare strings (just in case) and ten surprisingly heavy folders with words. And there’s nowhere to park near this particular Care Home. And it was pouring with rain – I mean pouring. Staying at home curled up with a good book would have been a far more sensible option. But I’d made a commitment so I forced myself.

I managed to manoeuvre my raincoat to keep the stuff dry mostly, at the cost of getting sodden myself. When I’d finally unloaded everything into the hall, I glanced into the Care Home lounge. I saw only two residents and...

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