What a Difference a Day Makes

The sun is shining and the birds are singing.
It's such a shame it wasn't like this yesterday.
But that's life.
Robin has agreed to go back in two weeks time, to appease those members of the audience who couldn't fit in the tiny pavilion, so hopefully the weather will be a little kinder then.
One thing which surprised those lucky enough to hear the guitar at such close quarters was the power the instrument has. But the guitar was designed for small, intimate, gatherings, which that certainly was!

The whole experience yesterday must have shaken Robin up more than he realised, as shortly after he left the venue, I had a call from an anxious event organiser.
He wanted me to get hold of Robin, and ask him to return, as he had left his guitar there!!!
In all his years of performing he has NEVER let his guitar out of his sight, let alone got in the car and driven off.
The poor man in Entwistle, was rather anxious to reunite the two, as he didn't want to be responsible for such a valuable instrument.
Can't say I blame him.

I called Robin and he was merrily telling me about the washout afternoon when I interrupted to ask if he had forgotten anything.
"No, son number one is right here," he replied.
"What about your guitar?" I said.
The next part of the conversation can't really be repeated but I feel son number one has extended his vocabulary somewhat...

Robin swiftly returned and relieved the organiser of the rather precious object.
After allowing himself a break to watch the exciting tennis at Wimbledon, he then returned to the music room, and got on with some more practice.
Just a normal day in Hillhouse.