Was tuning up my violin this morning, partly because I enjoy playing in the morning and partly because it helps get Mr. B. out of bed and on the way to school.
Then I launched into the strains of the new Scottish ballad I’m learning
How’d you like waking up to “My Love Is Like A Red, Red Rose”?, I asked Mrs. C later.
She replied: “At first, just at first you understand, I thought it was the garbage truck.”
Well, it was garbage pickup day. But still….
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