Friday, 18 May 2007


On Friday morning, for the second day in a row, I forgot my trumpet, leaving it behind under a bench in the changing room at the gym. It was less bad than Thursday where, truly horrendously, I got almost to work before realizing - at least on the second occasion I only got as far as the cafe in the gym. On the other hand, to do it twice - and only moments before I had been reminding myself to remember it. I'd even pushed my work bag right up against it so that I could not forget the one if I had the other. Yeah right. Sure, all sorts of deep and not-so-deep psychological interpretations of this are possible. Or, I just forgot it. Either way, I am a bit spooked.

1 comment:

Strawberryyog said...

I was going to add "for the gig itself I used L's fancy double case, which is so massive you couldn't possibly forget it" However, it seems rash to tempt fate; and up to last Thursday I would have said I could not forget the single instrument in its normal gig bag. So maybe I will just shush at this point.