What to Do...

A friend from Bart's choir invited me to stay at his flat for an indefinite period of time. Another friend of his lives there 3 days a week, as she has a house in a suburb but works in the city, but he figured this wouldn't be a problem. Unfortunately she fulfills the cold-hearted British woman stereotype. The first thing she said to me was, "So where are you going to stay until blah blah blah?" She continued by belittling every single one of my interests and potential professions. You can imagine the look on my and my friend's face at breakfast while she was saying all of this.

In short, I'm staying in a hostel tonight. I'm keeping most of my things there and at Exmouth Market. I'm going to try to see if I can find a hostel somewhere in South Kensington, as that's where I was the last 2 nights. I'll be staying at Jonathan's tomorrow night, which is about 2 blocks from where I've been evicted, and 2 blocks in the other direction from where I'll be Monday-Thursday, ish. There's an NLS concert at a church literally 2 buildings away on Friday night, too, which is just plain handy. But you may have noticed that this means I am homeless Fri/Sat/Sun nights. Will also be hosteling those nights, it looks.

In happier news, I went to a trumpet masterclass by Håkan Hardenberger, possibly the world's leading trumpet soloist, etc. 4 Guildhall students played for him over the course of 2 hours. When he wasn't standing up in front with the student, he was sitting next to me! Let's hope I picked something up through osmosis. He's rehearsing with the LSO this morning for concerts in Spain and London next week. You would be correct to guess I'm currently passing the time in the Barbican waiting for 10 AM.

I'm off to try to get rid of this worrisome feeling by booking a bed to finish out the week...