Have staggered back home feeling that one arm is at least 6 inches longer than the other as a result of carrying youngest child’s saxophone to school. I could of course have made her carry it herself but she then has to walk tilted at a 45 degree angle, causing cars to slow as they pass us whilst simultaneously speed dialing the child protection agency. Having suffered through transporting Harriet’s saxophone around the place, particularly now she has moved up to tenor sax which needs a small truck to move it around, I was very firm that Emily should play a small instrument. I was actually thinking piccolo but we compromised on flute, a fantastically transportable instrument. I wrote clarinet or flute in very large letters in the instrument preferred box on Charlotte’s band form but sure enough given my usual run of luck the “blow test” suggested she play the saxophone. I suppose it could have been worse, we could have been talking about the ultimate parent unfriendly instrument, the tuba, the great dane of the instrument world.
Simon had his annual medical check up on Friday and emerged with a peak physical health rating, slightly irritating given what a confirmed hypochondriac he is. The doctor obviously got his measure though, because he burnt off a mole on the grounds that although it wasn’t a dangerous one, it was obviously bothering Simon mentally! As a result of the burning/freezing process the mole is now a large liquid filled lump on Simon’s chest, causing squeals of horror and disgust from the girls and leaving me feeling I am living with an unexploded bomb.
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