Hooray, my new 'bone' arrived today. 4 days from ordering it arrived at the Funeral Home. Unfortunately I was not their to sign for it, so the office lady thought she was signing for a small coffin!!!
My it's small (no that's not my partner remarking again) and will take a lot of work to 'blow in'. The lads at work made me tootle a tune on it and I managed Danny Boy on a strange mouthpiece and an ice cold instrument, so there is hope? I have the patience of a slug and just know, that the first few fluffed notes and I will chuck it out the window (you ought to see my back garden, amidst the old mattresses and fridges there lies a bone graveyard) and the only problem really wrong with it, is the bloke on the end?
So tonight will be it's inorgrial...inorgrill....inogreeal......it's first outing!!! and I will have to be a bit more understanding and give it a chance (I hope the audiences do)
Just finished a book about War time London. A chap writes. That he knew War was going to break out soon, because he walked past Vera Lynn's house and heard her gargling!!
So tonight will be it's inorgrial...inorgrill....inogreeal......it's first outing!!! and I will have to be a bit more understanding and give it a chance (I hope the audiences do)
Just finished a book about War time London. A chap writes. That he knew War was going to break out soon, because he walked past Vera Lynn's house and heard her gargling!!
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