pianissimo

Well, who'd a thunk it? I haven't posted since before 5.30am on Saturday. It's not like Your Hero¹ to be so quiet, is it?

Saturday went well enough, though I was too busy covering for three teams to really enjoy meeting everybody. Serving up the loot to cover a £49 train fare, a tenner on taxis, a tenner for the venue and a fiver on the worst burger I've eaten since I encountered a lump of greasy beef slopped in mayo about 15 years ago in Antwerp. That still repeats on me from time to time after all these years and I have never quite forgiven the only French-speaking burger bar in the city for being so gastronomically rude to me when I could so easily have eaten in a Flemish establishment. I digress. Job done, I returned to The Carpathia in less time than it took Furtle the night before to get home from maleghast's do in Reading. Of course, she didn't have to put up with a happily raucous rugby team and a small child with the most expansive and energetic lungs in the western hemisphere.

I got home about 9.20pm, showered and had dinner - a very toothsome confection created by Furtle involving roasted brie and potatoes, garlic chicken and Greek salad, followed by a chocolate mousse. This was all washed down with G&Ts and necked whilst watching Pride and Prejudice on DVD.

Sunday passed quietly and involved mucking about on the computer and going to Waitrose. Not exciting, but good when you are still worn out and unaccountably tired.

Today - a day we had both booked off work - was of a different order. At sometime in the past few weeks and without my noticing, the music bug has burrowed through the soft shell that is Furtle's cranium and today it compelled us to go into town and acquire a keyboard². That is currently still in its box in the hall. At some point, I expect to be regaled by the sounds of the Concerto Furtle as is evolves, and based upon the tutors we picked up at the same time, one with the worthy subtitle: levels 0-1, that can only be a short time in coming. If I can work out the recording of appropriate MP3s, the world too, shall suffer know of this genius. I talked myself out of buying a guitar. That didn't take much effort.


¹That would be me. Do try and keep up.

²By which I mean an electric piano forte, or some such device.

pianissimo

Well, who'd a thunk it? I haven't posted since before 5.30am on Saturday. It's not like Your Hero¹ to be so quiet, is it?

Saturday went well enough, though I was too busy covering for three teams to really enjoy meeting everybody. Serving up the loot to cover a £49 train fare, a tenner on taxis, a tenner for the venue and a fiver on the worst burger I've eaten since I encountered a lump of greasy beef slopped in mayo about 15 years ago in Antwerp. That still repeats on me from time to time after all these years and I have never quite forgiven the only French-speaking burger bar in the city for being so gastronomically rude to me when I could so easily have eaten in a Flemish establishment. I digress. Job done, I returned to The Carpathia in less time than it took Furtle the night before to get home from maleghast's do in Reading. Of course, she didn't have to put up with a happily raucous rugby team and a small child with the most expansive and energetic lungs in the western hemisphere.

I got home about 9.20pm, showered and had dinner - a very toothsome confection created by Furtle involving roasted brie and potatoes, garlic chicken and Greek salad, followed by a chocolate mousse. This was all washed down with G&Ts and necked whilst watching Pride and Prejudice on DVD.

Sunday passed quietly and involved mucking about on the computer and going to Waitrose. Not exciting, but good when you are still worn out and unaccountably tired.

Today - a day we had both booked off work - was of a different order. At sometime in the past few weeks and without my noticing, the music bug has burrowed through the soft shell that is Furtle's cranium and today it compelled us to go into town and acquire a keyboard². That is currently still in its box in the hall. At some point, I expect to be regaled by the sounds of the Concerto Furtle as is evolves, and based upon the tutors we picked up at the same time, one with the worthy subtitle: levels 0-1, that can only be a short time in coming. If I can work out the recording of appropriate MP3s, the world too, shall suffer know of this genius. I talked myself out of buying a guitar. That didn't take much effort.


¹That would be me. Do try and keep up.

²By which I mean an electric piano forte, or some such device.