Four down, two to go.

It was good to indulge in a long lie-in reading in bed, after which I did a number of chores that I had been putting off. First amongst these was changing the guitar strings. It's not nearly as bad as changing the banjo strings, true - but I nearly always end up with a fingertip pierced by the sharp string ends, and blood dulls the tone of the new strings somewhat.

Oh dear, is it really Monday tomorrow?