Z the Busker

I found a message on the answerphone when I got home at about 4.30, giving me the hymns for tomorrow. Now, I'd only been out for an hour - that's a bit late to give the organist the hymn numbers, but I'm easy-going and I don't really mind. I'm interested to see, however, that I don't know any of them. It was too late for me to feel willing to go down to the church and practise, and my piano is still away being repaired*

I looked at the music a little while ago and all except the last look quite playable at sight, so I'll go with it. However, if I don't know them, neither will most of the congregation. Should be fun, I'm quite happy.

I was chatting to the assistant whom Al has engaged for alternative Saturday afternoons - I hope he will offer him more hours before long, because he is a Good Lad. When I told him I'm a governor at his school he said, with a measure of enthusiasm, "Cool!" He has put his name down for the BTech in Construction at the ... oh sorry, I fear the Power of Google, so I won't say the name ... it's a purpose-built establishment, offering courses in Construction, Engineering, Motor Mechanics, Hairdressing and Catering; all 2-year courses which, successfully completed, equate to 2 GCSEs and it's run by Lowestoft college for students from Yagnub and Selcceb. We talked about bricklaying, and I admitted an interest in several of the courses, having been shown round the centre. I can cook and I don't want to hairdress, but the others interest me vastly. I'd love to have a go.

*actually, I suspect it still hasn't been touched, but there is still 10 months to go before the Wrath of Z is engaged.