a weekend of wonders

This morning I ate a chocolate hippo. It was a good way to start the week, and lessened the blow of having to return to work after three days off having musical fun and yuletide lovings. 
I’m still buzzing about the Christmas show. It wasn’t great, and my playing was below average at best, but who cares? We were all amateurs, it was all for raising funds, and it was more about camaraderie and teamwork than it was about precision and professionalism. We had a laugh and the audience seemed to enjoy themselves, which his great. And the youngsters involved - some of whom were doing this sort of thing for the first time ever - were fearless, fabulous and inspirational. And as much as it might pain me a little to say it - most of that is down to Hannah. She led them, coached them, coaxed them, directed them, helped them, pushed them and mentored them, and to each of them she’s a hero. 
To me, she’s still the little sister who was a pain the arse through my childhood, but I have to say I’m proud of her, and I’m grateful she got me involved. 

RC 12-12-16