My partner is full of the lurgy so a trip to town on my own yesterday. All was going well until I got an attack of the 'derriere cheek squeeze' this is a little known illness also described as IBS?? so they say. Anyway, miles away from a khazi I had to quickly get to the car walking like a person who has just been kicked in the privates, drive the 3 miles to home, and rush up the stairs to the smallest room in the house (actually the smallest room in my house is the 3rd bedroom, but I wasn't going to go there. Phew, i just made it. I actually thought it had gone as had not had an attack for weeks ,but it certainly keeps you on your toes.
When I look out my back window I usually see a squirrel. I am feeding it and trying to get it to eat out my hand but it is a slow process. Even though lip was tired on Friday night I practiced on Saturday. I am still not sure I have made the right decision changing mouthpieces? An hour of the precious weekend lost to British Summer time which means work is a bit nearer than normal groan.
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