The Best Therapy

Today has not been brilliant.

Reasons:-

  • There was a tissue in the wash.  I HATE TISSUES IN THE WASH. It went everywhere and yes, the clothes were black.  The worst type of colour for a tissue involvement.
  • Then my lovely Rudall Carte flute broke while I was practising duets.  It was stuck playing B♭ instead of B.  This resulted in Daisy and I only playing F major or D minor music.  It makes practice limiting not that we were trying very hard.

So the big lads came round to cheer me up.

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Yes, Daisy had left the front door open and let in a handsome one ….

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… who was very curious.

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BeAnne did her best to repel borders…..

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….. until others were involved.

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Mugshots of the intruders were taken for the police.

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Being mugged by the boys makes me smile.  If they could beg, they would, so obviously carrots were dutifully dished out in large quantities.  Daisy and I even considered letting them into the sitting room but my OH would’ve seriously objected.

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Visitors fully make up for the tissue/washing debacle as well as the stuck B♭ on my flute.

5 thoughts on “The Best Therapy

  1. Linda

    Absolutely! How could you not be cheered up by your curious friends!
    (You have my full sympathy about the tissues – last week “someone” left something papery and BLUE in a pocket. I just let everything dry, give it a good shake – whip out the vacuum – and catch the rest with masking tape.)

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