'The music block is closed until further notice'. This stark proclamation shouts at me from an A4 piece of paper sellotaped to the outer door. I read the smaller print beneath the title for further explanation. Vandalism. I sigh. Guitars have been subjected to yogurt abuse and the carpet embedded with biscuits. The destructive properties … Continue reading Rodent requiem
Month: March 2017
Home sweet home
Way too early to be up on a Sunday morning and I find myself sipping tea at the dining table, television on, watching Gardeners' World. Is this what happens once you reach a certain age? A flick through the channels for something friendly and non-taxing to keep me company whilst my Earl Grey kicks in … Continue reading Home sweet home
Finding Mozart
A rather beautiful spring day. Not hot, but warmish and sunny. I boarded a bus bound for a rehearsal in town. It was one of those small, whizzy looking buses, and was already nearly full. I took my seat next to a dapper looking older gentleman with white hair and a tweed jacket. "Here yer go … Continue reading Finding Mozart
She met him at the bus stop
She met him at the bus stop on a wet day in July. He smiled a smile that stopped her breath and made her insides sigh. She stood and stared and still he smiled, oblivious to his power. She could have stood and stared all day hour after hour. Lost inside his paperback he did … Continue reading She met him at the bus stop