Mary is upset that Rob's blog has gone again. (see picture)

 

Poor old Joseph had to comfort his teenage wife.

It is possible that Rob may have upset an online cello club by telling them that they were all going to Hell (or something similar) - he had a post up briefly about this. 

I've had no comments on my previous post. Maybe Lynn came home to a messy house? Where are Phillip Edward Nis, Bin Hire and The The The Guy?

So, is it back to the very old guy (Peter) and me again?

For those who may not know, Peter is 12 (years, I think) older than me and Rob (the ex-blogger, again) is three years younger. 

Okay, let's make this post work in a positive sort of way.

I have sore feet after a rather long day at work. A bass player I taught last year has signed up with the other bass teacher. That hurts a bit. Is he saying that I'm no good? Well, he turned up for very few lessons. I saw him play, in the jazz band, at a school concert and he had no idea what to do. The other bass teacher doesn't play with a bow, so I don't know how that is going to help his orchestral playing. Ha, ha, I actually gave this student a German bow last year. That's right, I gave him a bow. 

German bow.

I'm at another school tomorrow, then Thursday is grandson time.

I'm not allowed to put up pictures of my grandson. There are quite a lot of things that I'm not allowed to do with my grandson. I guess I know very little about raising children, though I did raise his dad. I'm pretty good, if I do say so myself, at changing dirty nappies. Apart from that, I'm a bit of a know all, so I've been told.

Well, that's it from me for tonight. Good luck with finding something to read around here.

Ciao tutti.