[Sundae]

So, picking up the thread.
Limey settled me down with a bottle of red wine and my book, and of course her two gorgeous cats.

We sat in companiable quietness for a while; reading, chatting, relaxing.
Then off out in the cold and rain for the Limeys to play at an old folks home. A brass quartet, playing carols. I was offered the jingle bells, to play in Jingle Bells, natch, but had to decline. I have a haphazard sense of rhythm - I will lose the beat when clapping along, dancing and indeed walking up long flights of stairs. I recover well, but it seemed a shame to impeed true music with my inevitable slip ups.

Limey only wanted me to have them so I felt a part of the evening, so I was able to reassure her that singing was much more my forte, and indeed squeaked or bellowed my way through the carols, depending on how ridiculously high they went. When I rule the world all songs will all be transposed into the correct key for me. And it will become custom for all instruments to shift key whenever I am having trouble hitting the right notes.

So there.

Here is the incomparable Limey with her sousaphone.
She is mastering it, not being strangled.
Bless her, there was precious little headroom once she had it assembled - the woman is an Amazon which I'm not sure comes across in photos. I felt it even more this year as I wore shoes so flat they were almost aggressively so.

And as I have said before Limes is ridiculously accomplished. From what I gathered, she bought this instrument off eBay, for a dare. She thought it would be funny to have one and play it. Because you do, don't you. Why just play the tuba, cornet, French horn, trumpet, trombone etc (I have no idea if she really plays the whole brass section, but I suspect she does).

Mr Limey is equally varied in the blowing department (a-hem). It's a marriage of two minds as well as two bodies and it's lovely to see them interact.

Sadly I have no photo of the line-up as I covered that in my video clip, which I now have no way to show you, being locked out of stupidYouTubestupidystupid.com. There was Mr Limey, sweet young lad (no, TOO young and wholesome), Limey and chap with the trombone. I'm great with names, me.