5/5

 There's an old man who often sits and plays his harmonica in Cuba Mall.

Hey, every little bit of music can help.

Lately, another man has shown up quite a bit wearing a very unusual hat. He doesn't seem to be a local.

Maybe he's from Alaska? No, those who have heard him say that he speaks with a Kiwi accent. When the old fella is playing his harmonica, he starts singing what he calls blues scales very loudly. It spoils the gentle sound of the harmonica. People on the spot are obviously not enjoying his interruptions and would like him to shut up. 

I think I'll need a comment apologising for that.

Also, PLEASE DO NOT wear that hat in Thorndon. Please.

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Okay, this post is named 5/5 and will be the last time you will hear Peter speaking kindly to me. Next post it's back to reality.

I guess I'd better enjoy my last 'treat'.

This is Peter in 1970.

He seems to have had some dress sense then. Now it's shorts and a t-shirt. 

He may think he looks like this.

When actually he looks like this.

Hey, I just had a thought!

All this 'teasing' of Peter is going to come back to haunt me on my next blog post.

Please ignore all the stuff up above!

I'll start again here.

I did 25 minutes of violin practice yesterday, which wasn't bad because I'm still not well. I really am sick of being sick. At least the bells seem to be improving.

So, it's Wellington Anniversary Day today.  Really no difference for me, but good for the hard workers who get a day off. I guess that Shelley and I will drive over to the Hutt. That's what we do most days. We'll visit a supermarket. Exciting!

That's it.

Ciao.