We visited a local farm yesterday, it used to be a favourite heaven for us but closed down sometime ago. We were all so pleased to see it had reopened recently.
Before going though, we went to the guitar shop to buy Small Sprog a guitar. He is starting lessons after half term and already has his sights set on setting up a band with his best friend who plays drums.
Anyway, he was as pleased as punch as the lovely man who owned the shop, sat him down and gave him a little lesson on how to sit and how to look after it properly. He took it all very seriously, and as we left the shop, I noticed how carefully was carrying it. When we reached the car he asked me to pass it to him, after he'd negotiated climbing into the back. He really did look as though he cared about his new guitar, bless him. Long may it last.
All the way out of Bristol though, Tall Girl and I were serenaded. It wasn't too bad, no where near as bad as someone learning to play the violin, but by the time we'd cleared the city and were heading out to the country Tall Girl was eager (desperate) to turn on the radio. When we arrived at the farm Small Sprog, ever so carefully, slipped it back into its case and ordered me to put his precious guitar in the boot. "And don't blame me if it gets stolen!" He said as I stashed it safely away. I assured him I wouldn't.
We had a great time at the farm, falling in love with pot bellied pigs and feeding Shetland ponies. As we ate our picnic, a little robin flew onto our table and stole some crumbs, right before our eyes, it felt a little magical. "Where's the robin now?" I asked a little later
"In the bush" Small Sprog replied
"Which one?"
"The green one"
"They're all green!" I exclaimed as I looked around at several holly bushes. Was he joking, you never can tell?
As I took the Mr. Kipling's Halloween Fondant Fancies out of the bag and offered them around, Small Sprog looked at them longingly and chirped up "Not one trick but allll treat!"
"Did you get that off the telly?" I asked
He shook his head. I'm still not convinced, it seemed like such a good advertising line. Perhaps he'll be 'big' in marketing one day, that or Guitar Rock Hero I guess!
PS. I am at mums until Sunday, so unless I can sort out her Internet it's withdrawal symptoms for Tall Girl and I! See you soon I hope.
5 comments:
Rock star or marketeer... both could be very lucrative but I bet rock star is a lot more fun!
I have just been catching up with your blog. Hope you have a good weekend.
"Which one?" "The green one". I love it. Put down Standup Comedian on the list of possible career options.
Nothing worse than an instrument that is being practised on by a complete beginner.
I wonder if it is Court Farm? My grand children used to love going there until it closed.
How lovely if it opened again.
Nuts in May
My youngest son is 'doing' marketing degree, and he showed the same kinda quirky spark as Small Sprog, back in the day.
oh and thank you for reminding me about Mr Kiplings Fondant Fancies, my Ma used to buy the ones from Markies - memories!
My Three used to hoover those beasts up I can tell you, sickly sweet but hey, so adorable!
Letty who is signed in as her dog.
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