Unproductive

I was full of a miserable cold today, but made the effort to go into St John's, as the fifth annual concert by maestro Thomas Trotter was taking place, guaranteeing a busy time, in church and in the tea room. Indeed, over three hundred were there for the concert. Fortunately there was an extra volunteer for washing up, my services weren't needed, my germs even less so. So I listened to some of the concert, before becoming self conscious about coughing, and slipped away to City Hall afterwards, to skulk at my desk for a few hours feeling rotten, doing odd jobs and fighting off confusion about straightforward tasks, before giving up and going home for supper and a slouch in front of the telly.