I’m pretty tired at the moment. Have spent the last two nights at different friends places for dinner and drinks and the accompanying late nights and early mornings are making for sore eyes today. Plus I’ve moved everything out of my bedroom as I’m getting a new ceiling this week. I’m off to the paintshop later on today to get paint as while everything’s out of the room it should be painted. I can’t wait till everything’s done as I didn’t like my room previously.
I’ve shortlisted down to 2 companies (from 3) for the built-in wardrobe. The unlucky 3rd one was a bit unprofessional I thought as he asked if my son was adopted for a start – my son’s father is West Indian. And the other 2 companies measured with proper equipment and this guy only had a tape measure. They would measure properly and do it all in-situ when the wardrobe is being built – but….. Anyway – without naming names – I’m probably going for the slightly more expensive quote but sounds like they do a better job. I’m going back to the showroom before I make the go ahead phone call. So I’m crowded in the spare bedroom with my bed taking up most of it and junk taking up the rest. I don’t like mess!!!
The title of this blog is ‘Guitar playing’ and I haven’t even mentioned it yet. Friday night at my friends place, my son picked up the little guitar and sat down with it, we put it round the right way for him and he started playing it. Of course he doesn’t know how to play but considering that it was really good. It’s hard to describe the change that literally washed over him, but his face turned all serene, he knew exactly what to do with the hand that makes the chords and he was picking the strings rather than strumming too. I think in a previous life he must have played guitar. I’m going to get him a little one for his birthday.
