Did I really lock that door properly? Pretty certain that I did, but maybe I’ll just go back and check.

In order to be sure. To be sure.

There are times in life when doubt is a good thing. A jury should only convict in a court of law when they are beyond reasonable doubt.

Needless to say this is a positive gig.

If it ever comes to pass that My Good Self is charged with the crime of excessive consumption of alcohol then I would fully expect my jury of peers to retain a healthy sense of doubt as to my guilt.

I would also be praying with all my might that not one of them had ever read any of my scribblings.

Dearie me.

However there are times when self questioning is something of a head wrecker.

And so it goes with musical learning.

Did I play that section just right? Could I have done it a little better? Do I need to go back over it again?

As a certain Billy Joel might say, it’s a matter of trust.

To trust oneself is a challenge in itself.

I’m getting there. My Good Self is nothing if not a work in progress.

An everlasting work in progress.

Slow and steady remains the order of the day on Pachelbel’s ‘Canon in D’. Bar 16 of 49 has been reached.

Paris was not constructed in a month.

In the world of chess a rare victory over The Prince of Pinner saw me briefly dancing in the clouds.

Subsequent defeat to The King of Headfort and I was back down on the streets of the fair city.

Getting the better of The Italian Babe restored a little spring to the step.

Trampoline stuff.

And so this is how it goes back in the real world, following the brief but pleasant excursion to the land of luxury.

What more can I say?

Only that all is well and chat soon.