This is Colin – he took my tuba away with him today.
In return he gave me this – probably the largest amount of notes I’ve ever handled. The first step on the way to my sports car.
A. very sensibly suggested that we bank it immediately. I did have the stray urge to unsleeve it and just roll in the notes on the floor…
So a toast – to my lovely tuba, may Colin have lots of fun with her. And I guess bye, bye Daddy’s little girl. Strange isn’t it? I know that my brother didn’t give a toss about my Dad’s feeling when he sold his tuba, but I feel that I’ve been a bad girl (and not in a good way!).
I’ve made the decision – I’m going to sell my tuba. I haven’t really played on a regular basis since I left school (which was a LONG time ago) and it’s worth a chunk of change. ££££ that I can use to buy a sports car.
I feel a bit strange about it, as playing was my entire social life during my teenage years, plus my dear Father paid for the brute in the first place (brass banding is a family tradition). However, I’m a big girl now and Eynsham Choral
is meeting my musical needs. Plus, my bro sold his instrument to fund a motor bike trip across Australia, so there is a precedent.