Gig done.

 

                     Home again now,

                    My regrets are none.

                    Posting again,

                    Gig done.

The play at the open mic seemed to go very well. I got very enthusiastic applause. I was the only violinist there. Everyone else was a singer with a guitar. The lady running the show offered me a double bass gig. I took the opportunity and said, "Yes."

Driving home to the Nui, this morning, I remembered this song I wrote in the 1970s.

Dickery dickery dobits,

I'm the man from Murray Roberts.

I'll deliver your grog,

You can drink like a hog,

Dickery dickery dobits,

I'm the man from Murray Roberts.

[slower pace] Man from Murray Roberts.

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I used to sing this when I was out doing deliveries.

Hey, like Robert, I've got to go. Don't worry, I won't delete my posts.

Ciao tutti.