Jazz

Morning Job, Job No. 2, then a walk up to the rather pretentious bar where Mr M practises with a jazz band once a month.

I do wish they'd acquire some more-comfortable seats for those of us who are 'vertically challenged' and who, like me, have shorter-than-average legs! There are very deep settees, with the option of perching on the front so as to be able to reach the ground with one's feet, or lying back in a VERY quite undignified way. There are stools and bar stools - not comfortable for any length of time. Or there are chairs - sort of 'bucket' chairs in to which your bum sinks, making it very difficult to get to get out again. Maybe it would be easier to stand at the bar?!

I did enjoy the glass of red, though.