The one and only Theodore Bartolozzi

No sooner do I step off the plane and make it home than Scarlet drags me out on a freezing cold and windy afternoon to take the horses for a walk and a feed. Long flight home via Sydney, boring, and then found out they'd lost my baggage. Hurrah Qantas! It finally turned up this evening so all's well that ends well. The Beethoven is done and dusted. The first night was best for me, which was good as it was a live radio broadcast. I was a bit froggy for the second performance which put me off, so I bungled a few notes and words and got cross with myself. Never mind, the joys of live performance. It's all just a distant memory now that I'm home, and I just move on.