The Horn

What a fine day. Blue skies and a bit of warmth out the wind. And so much fitted in! First up, a haircut at ruthless Jim's, the Dalry Hibbee. Then got Maw an excellent mother's day present - a three-wheel stroller - aluminium frame, in a cracking metallic blue finish. Managed a bit of a wash of my decks before stepping out in the evening, ending up in a rather excellent Italian wine bar (everywhere was awash with "St Paddy's day" drunken throngs - it was like a Hell theme park). A couple of musicians came and played some soft jazzy stuff nearby; the female french horn player was beauty personified. I watched her put her lips to the mouthpiece and she smiled seductively at me as she did so. Parp!