Nursery Rhyme

There were at least four assorted blackbirds pecking away at windfall apples in the garden this morning, young and sleek, old and grey; I got the pastry rolled out and lined the dish, ready for when the other twenty turned up.
Yesterday was a busy day. Katy came over and we went up to the Vintage Fair, setting ourselves up on the stage and taking turns to sing; i sang my normal songs and Katy sang vintage, and then we did a selection of Christmassy ones together before sitting on the wooden floor and noshing mince pies and fruit tea. Katy bought a lovely bright green glass necklace and a forties-style dress. I had my eye on a quaint maroon mackintosh with a hood and interesting buttons, but it went and I was secretly glad as it was a little bit scary. Katy is great company and she liked the shambolic vibe and the little slice of village life.
Later on, I went down to the World's End to play a few songs. There was an artist called Kerry Andrew who did a lot of interesting layering with vocal effects, and a songwriter called Nya Shelley whose songs I really liked, and I particularly liked her unaffected and genuine persona. It was rather a musicians-watching-musicians evening: interesting, impressive and with an undercurrent of competitiveness which kept us all on our toes.
That's four gigs in four days, almost on-tour. The Christmas cards will have to wait another day.