ONCE the routine stuff’s out the way I jump in the car and take my signature National guitar in to Jimmy Egypt in Glasgow for repair.
It seems the broken pickup delivery switch isn’t just cosmetic – when I plugged in for soundcheck at Cottiers last week the output was intermittent at best.
On the way home I pick up some shopping and am back by lunchime.
There’s a load of old design shirts in odd sizes in the merch store and I decide to shift them with a ‘free-plus-postage’ offer. I set it all up and spread the word first to folks in my Wildcats’ Facebook group then my mail list.
Late afternoon I go out for a walk in the woods and when I get back have a coffee with Betty and Margaret before shutting up shop in the office and studio and getting on with making dinner.
