30 in the shade and rising. Seem to have hypnotised myself by listening to old John Martyn videos.
The invisible wife next door approached Patrick with wide-eyed admiration at the post office cafe this morning.
"(with german accent), We had no idea your wife could play the piano so beautifully."
Except it is not me. There is a classical pianist renting a house round the back so she can practise during the summer for a concert she will be giving. Maybe if I hide in the honeysuckle I will be able to hear her too?
"No," explains Patrick. "My wife is learning the guitar. I hope it doesn't bother you. Let me know if it does."