Moving on.

There are just too many blokes in my life right now. Two decorators turned up yesterday and though they are doing a wonderful job they out number me.
At the same time one of my oldest friends is also here to be joined by several more at the end of the week.
They are all arriving for the Tresanton music festival.
This big hotel organises a very special event every year.
Last year it was modern music hated by all my friends because it was not what they have been used to.
The discordant notes of the clarinetist and the other members of the group struck their audience badly. I sat downstairs with two old friends but could see that other old friends sitting in the upstairs area really loathed the sounds that were reaching them.
Having had a flautist daughter I loved the whole thing, specially the woodwind contributions.
This year it’s Hayden who gets celebrated. This should be very soothing which is what I will need by the end of the week.
The hotel having bought an old Methodist chapel in the village use it, packed full on this weekend every year.
I joined this regular event late....pulled in by several old friends last year.
As I no longer have to fit it all in around any services right now it will be a special pleasure . I will know much of the audience...it is a very good weekend...but I hope to get some rest before it starts...

Thanks for the comment Earnie...as you see I have yet to find my way round the proper way to do it.....


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