I don't have any jokes or positive thoughts today, but you might like to have a chuckle at the day I had yesterday.
All started well and about 11am the phone rang. An 'impressionist' wanting some singing lessons. I gave him the spiel- price, technique etc etc. Great. Then I asked his name. "Elvis" he replied, "Elvis Glass". I almost wet myself laughing.
A little later on I had a bit of free time so went shopping. I'm packing my bags and the assistant says "Is that your party piece, love?" I had no idea what he was talking about, so asked him to repeat himself.
"That! Do you drive them wild at the office parties?" I was still none the wiser. Turns out I'd been singing away to myself at the top of my voice, oblivious to everyone. Whoops.
So I have my nice bath (due to the fact the shower blew up on Monday and I nearly got fried), have my tea, pyjamas, film. Nice relax. 11pm the phone goes. It's the pianist for today's exams. She's fallen and spent all evening in the hospital. Turns out she's torn the ligaments in BOTH ankles and is in a wheel chair. So midnight finds me driving to Southport to collect the music for the kids. Of course I had to take the obligatory Mickey out of her for a while, so it was a very late night. Today I had to leave the Ofsted inspectors at school to go and play for them. I am SO bad, even the examiner took the P***
So just when you think things can't get any worse, just remember- you could be called Elvis or have both legs in a sling!
