Sunday Morning.

 I won't have time to help out at the church shop this morning because Rob is coming around with his violoncello.

It'll be interesting to see how his playing is coming along and how the two big instruments blend. 

I didn't ask Peter to join us because bagpipes are so bloody loud and have a bit of a tuning system of their own. Anyway, I hear he is getting ready for another trip to the tip.

The weather is not the best in Wainuiomata* but that won't be a bother to our violoncello/double bass duets. I hope Rob has the sense to park up our drive. You never want to carry a big instrument too far. Especially in the rain.

If Peter were to turn up, I wouldn't be too worried about his bagpipes getting wet.

Ah well, they are full of hot air.

I'll try to get some violin practice done this morning because I've been a bit slack lately. I did some double bass practice yesterday, for the first time in a while. 

Hey, on a different note, my last post already has three comments! Robert's blog seems to get the most comments these days and Peter's blog usually finishes a distant third.

I decided to ring Peter to ask him why this is.

Ring, ring.

"Hello, this is Peter."

"Hi. Me here. I've noticed that your blog isn't getting many comments, yet Robert's is getting lots."

"No, I'm doing okay. The comments I get are of a higher quality. Remember all those girlfriends I made when I was at university!"

"But they're not commenting on your blog. They didn't even know that they were supposed to be your girlfriends!"

"Don't get all technical. Before you go on, define a 'girlfriend'."

"You're starting to sound like Robert and his religious arguments."

"No, I'm not. Anyway, my jokes are much better than yours!"

"I know you're standing up as we speak."

"Sheesh! I know, you're saying I'm a stand up comic. Like many of your jokes, that one is well worn."

"Do you mean like what's worn under the kilt?"

"This is why I look at Robert's blog more than yours. Why don't you go and annoy the neighbours with that big boom, boom bass?"

"Okay. Bye."

Well, practice calls.

Ciao tutti.

* where the girls are smarter