I'm presently sitting in the freshly plastered second bedroom of my house with my friend playing piano next to me as I record him on my equipment. This is not a bad way to spend a Sunday.

My throat is sore, my nose is running, there's an itch in my breathing, caused by the dust in the house and the memory of yesterday's paint fumes. However, life is good today. I'm doing something I enjoy... or at least I'm enjoying helping with it being done. There's not a great deal for me to do while the song is being recorded. Where we're not recording acoustically, I can type away, provided I don't disturb my friend with the tapping. By recording acoustically, I mean with a microphone, rather than the sort of recording where the sound comes directly into the equipment through leads.

I think most of what we're recording today will be acoustic, so the chances to catch up on this blog are limited. Never mind.

The week has been a hell of a challenge, and I'm truly knackered. Today is going to be fun, and I have a gig tonight that I'm both looking forward to and slightly fearfully anticipating. Fearful anticipation is part of the drug that keeps stand-ups standing up. I think tonight's fear is, in part, due to the fact that I'm going to be MCing, not one of my bigger strengths, and the fact that I'm not in my physical peak. I've probably even put weight on.

However, there's no room for dwelling on the matter. I have too much to do this week, including going on holiday on Wednesday.