Yes, really. I’ve come to get the fact that those who are moaning are, let’s face it, grumpy old darlings and so I’ve gone the other way. I don’t mind in the least being old and I love being part of the grey community (though I’m only a little bit grey, and only on my head at that) but I’m not going to be grumpy or complain about the “youth of today” or anything like that. So, I’ve listened to vuvuzelas until they embody the spirit of jollity. Wonderfully, with my change in attitude, they don’t even give me a headache any longer. So I’ve switched on tonight’s match. I wish they had had the Algerian team introduce themselves as the English did though – I am completely non-partisan in these matters and appreciative of Good Play.
A terrific music lesson this morning. I had to leave a bit early in fact, as I had a meeting with the Head, but the first part of the lesson was playing djembe drums and the class ended up playing two different tricky rhythms (one in 3/4 and one in 4/4) simultaneously, really well. And then they added the agogo bells and it sounded wonderful. They really concentrated – at this stage, three bars in one rhythm and the fourth in another – and no one made any mistakes or played up and I, not playing at this time (sometimes I do join in but it seemed mean to take away a drum!), applauded enthusiastically at the end.
Anyway, darlings, I’d hate to take you away from the football, so I’ll let you go. Have a lovely evening, and please do something entirely frivolous.