Say you could just pack up. That you could spend a year doing what the heck you wanted to. You’d have to take the kids with you, but you could rent your house out so it was there when you got back.

What would you do? Where would you go? We’re not talking money no object, but let’s assume you had a bit of money put by for just such an opportunity.

What kind of year out would you take?

So after five months of lessons, I went, and dithered my way through the entire exam. OMG, I cannot ever remember being so damned nervous about anything - not since my driving test! I was physically shaking, it would have been comical, had it not been so daunting.

I did my scales, played my first two pieces ok, then went onto the third and fluffed about half a dozen notes - and grade one pieces are very short! Next came the aural bit and I stuttered and stumbled through that. When the very nice, head-master type examiner told me it was over, I managed a small smile and muttered something about shaking my way home. He told me it was always worse for the adults than the children.

I then had to wait three weeks for the results!!

I don’t remember waiting for my A-level results being this nerve wracking. Daft, really. Just a grade one exam that is normally take by primary school age children.

Then, when away in Stockholm (yes I will blog pictures at some point), James got a text from his sister. My somewhat batty but lovely piano teacher had gotten the results.

I got a Distinction.

*cue mad leaping around and whooping in Stockholm hotel room*

Apparently, my score of 135 out of 150 was the highest one of her pupils has ever scored.

I’m what you might call fairly chuffed with that. Onto grade two! And maybe fewer nerves?

Please explain the logic behind this. I’ve done the puzzle a squillion times… well, a dozen or so. Fluke or no?

So I thought I’d add a few bits to it. First up being this. Now isn’t that the neatest gadget ever?

Not that I’m cynical or anything, but which giant energy corporation is going to buy up the rights to this to ensure that it never gets made?

Ten months and five days later, the idiotic bureaucracy that plagues this country managed to plunge the remaining kids into a pit so bottomless, it defies description. They’ve charged the father with causing the deaths of his children.

There’s nothing I can say. No words that can adequately describe the anger, confusion, outrage, pain and disgust at what the world is coming to.

Gresh, my WebFairy friend, we’re right behind you, and love you loads. If you need us, just holler.

The more you think about that, the more your brain hurts. At least, mine does. Until it starts actually designing a car that can do just that…

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In truth, you try to live a very simple life.
But most people are too frenzied to recognize the beauty of your simplicity.

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