I changed my violin strings on the weekend. Part 4

I rang The Curmudgeon this morning around 9am. He was still in bed. I was naturally shocked and told him I'd been up practising violin. He said he'd been playing with himself in bed. I said I didn't know he'd bought a violin.

I asked if he'd changed his strings but he just mumbled something about things drying in time. Maybe he'd been cleaning some old strings?

He said he might pop up to Himatangi but added that it was a long drive around the bays. I told him about the new Transmission Gully motorway. He sounded surprised - either that or he was cleaning his strings again. I mentioned a bit about violin scales but he kept thanking some lady called Mrs. Palmer. Maybe she works in the music shop where he bought the violin?

It's cold in Nuova Lazio this afternoon but our house is warm inside - thanks to our heaters.

I'm guessing that The Curmudgeon is out of bed by now. He's probably choosing a wine and planning his dinner. I hope he's getting some practice done. I think he's only playing in first position but I know he has been working hard on his bowing. I hope he's not wearing that silly helmet while he practices the violin.

Or that silly work suit that he bought. 

He'd be better off dressed like this.

Ciao tutti.