Today is the calm, and then the rush, before the storm.  I've spent the day going through all the music thinking about cues, instrumentation, and what it actually sounds like.  Now that it's all in my head I can't wait to hear it for real.  The list of music cues runs to eight pages, so it's going to be a frantic rehearsal period, but better that than have us all sitting around not doing much.  Tonight I have to formulate some sort of rehearsal schedule, and sort out a few notational bits and pieces. I've been doing all the paperwork to the strains of the Super Furry Animals CD, so it's probably forever imprinted in my memory now with songs about 18th century shepherds.

This afternoon Roy came over to load the harpsichord into the church ready for tomorrow morning, and I got my photo taken with it for tomorrow's Scotsman.  Press photos aren't quite so much of an ego-trip as publicity shots: I suppose for a newspaper a striking image is more important than any reflection of me and my sparkling personality.  So I gave up trying to look inspired or amused, and settled for looking a bit gormless as part of an interesting photograph.

Marie brought over some copies of the new CD, which looks rather good.  I was expecting a darker blue for the background colour of the cover, but Joe Davie's mongrel looks suitably distinguished. Now it's time to get out and sell the things.  Radio 3 here we come tomorrow.