Something cheerful for the weekend...

There has been rather a lot of wailing and gnashing of teeth lately, at the top of our little green hill. In the odd moments when no-one was in hospital, the anguish of the long term has been gusting round the hill top and it's been feeling a bit nippy. Of course we all have to get old, if we are lucky, and adapt ourselves to waning powers. It is when this is combined with waning income and increasing expenses that tossing and turning starts to wear out mattresses.

I think there is something about the start of the scholastic year that induces even more stress.

The nightly chorus of voices in my head;

Will I have enough students to keep my courses going? Have I done enough preparation?

Is what I have prepared too easy/difficult for them?Will they be any good? Able to sing even remotely in tune/read music, cope with the english, able to clap on 2 and 4 instead of the dreadful french habit of 1 and 3....(I blame the accordeon myself...)

Of course, all this goes away as soon as I see how enthusiastic they are.

And last but not least, will I be earning enough or will I have to take in washing...

So far, so good.

Just as long as no one makes any more impulse purchases...

like caravans...

or a

drum kit...

Pass the soap powder...

Nice to see them happy though, isn't it?