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Check out the adorable black puffball dress I just bought from a boutique shop next door (new shoes, too. £10. A snip!). Well, I do have a wedding to go to when I get back…

Another strange day today.

Well, strange evening. The daytime wasn’t too strange. I went over to R’s and did that planned recording with him. This included a voice and piano version of ‘Love Is A Losing Game’ - possibly the first cover version of that song to be put to vinyl, or whatever medium people use nowadays* - and ‘Little Sunflower’ and ‘Route 66′ sung over pre-recorded sessions already laid down (as they say in the biz that is show) by his two kids earlier in the week.

The evening then started strangely when L was very upset about an incident at the hotel. His reaction was possibly, probably, exaggerated - but I’ve realised that he’s a very sensitive man, and feels things very deeply. And I admire him for those qualities.

But then I got upset (honestly, we musicians! Tcha!). Over the fact that the horrible incident - I can’t even bring myself to hyperlink it - hasn’t quite resolved itself in the way that I guess I’d expected, or at least wanted, it to.

I suppose I wanted closure, or even justice, about what happened to me, before I left. No, correction: any time. But ideally before I left.

But now it looks like it’s not to be; not just before I left, but at all. The perpetrator has, in short, got away with it.

I suppose that finding that out this evening not only led me to feel more hurt and wronged than I did before, but also brought back all the other feelings which I’d felt about That Incident at the time. Feelings which I had managed to overcome - or at least suppress - until now.

But again, as before, I don’t want these feelings to marr my time here - especially now that I am in my final week.

And getting on stage tonight and making music did wonders for that. I’ve said often that I’m never sad when I sing - and it’s true. Sure, I might get emotional during a sad song, and absolutely feel what I am singing at that moment. But earlier this evening, after I cried down the phone to T, I genuinely thought to myself: ‘Thank goodness I’m going to make music tonight’.

Because as anyone who’s ever done karaoke knows: music really is wonderful therapy. (Insert exception here).

*since Doris Stokes died.