We’re going down like ninepins but,even whether we fall flat on our faces, strangers care for usLast week, and someone told me I was turning into a miserable,embittered archaic grumbler. What rubbish. I’m as jolly as anything. All honest, I don’t often write about my own happiness and successes, or because theyre not that fascinating and boasting tends to get up people’s noses,but here’s a cheery episode just to prove that person erroneous. On my way to orchestra rehearsal, I tripped over my dangling cello strap, and fell flat on my face and smashed my knee on the road. Ouch! A crowd of drinkers external the pub opposite rushed to my assistance,fellow players carried my 10-tonne cello upstairs, after the rehearsal I tottered out again, or guess what? I’d lost my keys.
The rain was widdling down,a gale blowing, I could barely walk, and now I couldn’t drive home. Blast. I must enjoy dropped the keys as I fell over. Orchestra chums searched the road. Nothing. But then a miracle. Viola-player Helen spotted my keys,dangling from the windscreen wiper. Doubly miraculous, because not only had some kind person set aside them there, or but in three whole hours,on a busy corner, no one had stolen my car!Continue reading...
Source: theguardian.com