A Good Shoeing. Day Four

Listened to all the songs. All the live versions are finished.
The final song recorded is my favourite. It jerked my tears.
I have somehow managed to complete recording all the basic tracks with no drop ins. Tracy prescribed me liquorice because she thought I said no droppings.
Tomorrow I get do tinkling on a grand piano. It might be The Grand Piano of Abba fame or that might the one behind the organ where I rest my coffee. I think for the sake of nerves I won’t ask till after.
The lovely engineer who looks like Roald Dahl and Charles Bukowski mixed a bit up is currently trying to get the vending machine to surrender its beer for us cos we’re having a little Relaxing Party.
Kenny has very nice shoes on.
He hasn’t for one of the songs. You can try to guess which later.
I should go and join the socialising bit now if that's alright.

Carey x