Rebbeca’s dropping hints that she might be getting me something else for Christmas as she want’s whatever she gets me to be a surprise. This is all well and good, but I WANT MY BANJO! Actually, I said fine, if I don’t get a banjo off her then I’ll just put any Christmas money I get with my own cash and buy it myself, easy peasy lemony squeezy.
I’m actually looking forward to making music (or just noise, I’m not fussy). For some reason I’ve been getting into music again over the last month after not really bothering for, uh, about 12 years - wopnder what brought that on?