Wednesday, 19 August 2009
From the home-to-work-email-lines-of-communication-vault:
(ignore the change in the underwear drawer bit... too much information!)
Sent: Wednesday, August 19, 2009 11:32 AM
I foolishly said something to Fergus this morning as he played the guitar with his hat on the floor beside him, about turning it over so people could put money in it.
He ran downstairs and set up shop busking in the living room! He came upstairs twice, once after each song, to complain that he had finished a song and no one had put any money in his hat!
So off Effie and I went in search of coin. (NB I can't find the change usually hidden in your undies drawer???!!! Help me out!)
We have now paid him quite a bit and enjoyed many songs. Effie is out of pennies and my purse is considerably lighter.
Please come home adequately prepared to be fleeced!
PS He plays as if he were playing bass, with the guitar upright between his legs, playing the strings all the way up the neck. He is beyond adorable, but when I asked if I could kiss/hug the musician I was told no. Apparently even paying doesn't get me any special privileges!
Now everyone plays with their hat out...