Guitar lesson
L brought the Boy Wonder over for a visit today, and H trekked down from the Frozen North to join us as well. The Boy had been ill in the night, owing to a surfeit of party food yesterday, and … Continued
Concentration
Baby B slept the sleep of the righteous for nine and a half uninterrupted hours, bouncing awake in play mode at 5.15am. I, on the other hand, had lain awake through most of the night, worrying that he was too … Continued
Strummer
The last small blonde boy who learned to love guitars at R’s knee is now a (30-year old, 6’4″) professional musician. Just sayin’. I couldn’t miss the opportunity to post this, could I? In the circumstances.