Drumming and driving

I might start learning to play the drums. There’s an advert offering tuition on the notice board at work, and I need something to do while Philippa is out playing racquet sports. Hannah says it wouldn’t be fair to the neighbours, but I disagree. The neighbours used to put up with mums drunken shenanigans, and I imagine that once you’ve heard Barbara Streisand at full blast from 3 to 5am, hearing a practising drummer at two in the afternoon should be a doddle.

I’m still looking at cars. There are some perfectly reasonable cheap ones around, but my heart won’t let me look beyond a new-style Mini Cooper. I took one for a test drive recently. It was purple with a black roof, and I have never felt sexier. Hannah says the insurance would be astronomical and that it would ‘eat petrol for breakfast.’
She seems determined to spoil my fun today.

RC 27-7-11