PS
Another band planned twice for October is TBA!
Herself is devastated: one night when she could have friends round or do her own thing safe from me embarrassing her playing my recordings or(even worse) my washboard.
So much so that she would even drive me to Jagz, leaving me to drink & walk (stagger) home. She'd told me she had a lover in while I was out but, shock, horror, when I got home early on Thursday she was in the kitchen, cooking for the freezer. What duplicity, can the marriage survive...?
She's hoping the Tuesday sessions in the Autumn don't fold as well...or I might be forced to go to a folk club...where's that shaky egg....?

RtS
(Damn right I got the blues)