It's hard to believe.
On Sunday night I arrived at the front door, exhausted, dirty and sporting a week's growth. I was happy, but pretty beaten up by the Flinders. All I was good for was a bath, a pizza, and a whisky. And a decent night's sleep in my own bed.
By the time the sun set on Monday I was scrubbed, shaved, dressed properly and ready to play music as part of the Ethelton Entertainers. I was still tired, but I think I kept it pretty well hidden.
Hard to believe it was the same person.
The show starts on Wednesday night. Nine performances in 11 nights.
It never stops.