Recordering

By popular demand I'm back. Well...when I say popular I mean a few people have asked where have I been. Well...when I say a few people it's actually one person who wants to read new erudite and compelling blogs from 88. Well... when I say one person is interested in my writing I mean it's actually a close friend who is nosey and wants to keep up with what's happening in the Blakeley household. So I'm back.

So Dermot....sorry I mean my whole readership....my daughter is learning the recorder and I am so excited. I realise I've been waiting for this day since she's been born. My daughter is learning the recorder. Not that my son couldn't do it too if he wanted but he thinks it's an awful instrument and makes a terrible racket. He thinks the recorder makes a terrible racket too.You see I never got to learn the recorder when I was seven and I wanted to. I can't remember why I didn't get the chance. My best friend did it but somehow it passed me by and I've sulked ever since. I was fascinated in assemblies when older children got their descant recorders out: a little recorder that had been fed and had grown and grown and grown.

Still I have my chance now. I'm mastering Twinkle Twinkle Little Star at the moment. And in a fashion it does sound like the nursery rhyme. Oh yes and my daughter is learning too and I'm being encouraging and supportive and smiley. I look forward to her performing in a little school concert and moving onto fatter and  bigger  recorders. I will enj She will enjoy performing I feel sure.

P.S. Hope this keeps you up-to-date, Dermot.