learning, Life, life somstimes suprises us.

No ‘New Year, new me’ BS for me.

I couldn’t feel less enthusiastic about 2021 if I tried. That’s not to say I’m not going to give it my all but I’m not buying into the whole it’s gonna be my year BS. It’s going to be another strange year where we’ll learn things we didn’t know we needed to, find comfort in unexpected places and be forced into situations we didn’t ever imagine, and my wish us that we’re all ok, that our loved ones are safe and happy, have food on the table and a roof over their heads. That’s all.

busking, music, street life

Love

Yesterday I played in Truro. I had been out on a night out at Bone China the night before, gotten drunk on a single cocktail and eaten some wonderful food. As always though I woke early.

My husband had got the low down on busking in Truro from our good friend Andy Marshall. I got the bus into town early and there he was at Highcross. Very kindly he suggested we share the pitch, which we did.

I had a ball! It was a wonderful warm day and family and friends came out to see me. While I was playing a lovely little girl a bit younger than my own, was watching me with her nana. For what I could tell she kept making her nana come back. After 3 or 4 tines I beckoned the little girl over and gave her a CD. She looked delighted.

After I had finished playing, I went for coffee with my family and friends. Just as I sat down I noticed the same little girl coming over. She had drawn this picture. My heart melted. She gave me the biggest hug, and later came over with the CD. I signed it and she gave me another hug; what a wonderful moment.