Monday, February 15, 2010
- The slow movement of Tchaikovsky's first string quartet. Brings back memories of playing it at a wedding in Brisbane, a million years ago. The bridesmaids wore shiny black satin dresses with huge Eighties peplums, and looked like a row of big black beetles lined up at the altar.
- Distracted, I wander into a lady on Lambton Quay. She gives me a huge, friendly smile.
- Becca insists that in lieu of a bedtime story she will get the spare room ready for her Gran and Grandad, who arrive tomorrow. She spreads her pink fluffy fleece blanket carefully over the futon for them.
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