After we had both had a glass of Kiwi Wine (which has developed a chemically taste) I noticed that Stan was not his usual self. Rather than greeting us with a demand for food when we returned from WYSO, he had remained curled up. On further inspection he was limping badly and yowled when Claire touched his leg. She rang the emergency vets and we decided to take him in the next morning. I was convinced that this was the end for him and hardly slept. When told on Thursday morning by the vet that it was probably only an abscess I had to exercise all self control not to weep with relief. Ridiculous. But several days later he is still not right and needs another visit.
I finished the bottle after playing half a concert with the White Rose Orchestra - Mozart's 24th Piano Concerto. The soloist was completely mad. In her cadenza she plaed Rondo a la Turk as if arranged by Scriabin.