I've had a very quiet week, staying in and working at rather dull data-entry stuff, and feeling increasingly tired and achey. Yesterday, I went, with Jade and Andrew, to see
Susheela Raman at the Shepherd's Bush Empire, whingeing and moaning about my hip all the way, but feeling obliged to go, since the ticket was an early birthday present. Of course, once I got there (and had a large whiskey), I began to enjoy myself. Susheela has a really spectacular voice, open-throated and soulful. She sings mostly in English and Tamil, with a cellist, Indian percussion and guitarist, in
She was playing support to
Gwyneth Herbert, an interesting-sounding jazzy/folk singer I'd not heard of before, but sadly we had to leave before she came on, as Jade was completely exhausted too. By the time we got home, both of us were almost incoherent with tiredness. She had spent the whole day having her energy sapped by a roomfull of tiny children, but I supposed that my only excuse was age. This morning, though, I feel remarkably achey, sniffly and wambly (three dwarves who didn't make it into Snow White's seven), I'm and still on the verge of nodding off, so maybe I have contracted some sort of bug. Jade and Andrew are off in Bristol this weekend, so maybe I'll just take it easy for a while.