A giant box of flyers arrived the other day. The natural action was to facebook the 4 young gents who seem to help me with everything except getting dressed in the morning.
Out we go, into the sunny street that surround me. Every door will receive a beautiful work of art (put together by the famous Fletcher of course) to coax them into learning the best skills in the world. MUSIC! and how to express it on instruments.
With 2 hours in the blazing Scottish sun and large amounts of sweat and laughs we cover hundreds of houses then head home for hideous amounts of cheeses-on-toast and beans-on-toast…and anything you can find to put on toast really. If he wasn’t so wooly-jumpered, we would have put David Morecroft on toast.
Out again for round 2. almost an hour this time. I won’t admit too spending 10 minutes doing a street that had already been done. (sorry daved T). Every one is called David by the way.
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