The Old Git

Don't let the single, sad black tear, his single row of yellow tainted teeth and bulging double chin fool you, there's life in the old dog yet! I got this fella some <mutters> years ago for my 21st birthday and he's been hibernating in the loft, just waiting for the moment we get to play. His strings are a little rusty, but otherwise he sounds as silky and smooth as he ever did.

I'm also rediscovering my singing voice, I don't like singing in public, actually, I still feel nervous about sharing my voice with Mr. R.- it's best explained as feeling like I'm giving something away, which is hard. I worry I might go wrong- I'm not the strongest singer. But I'm trying, because he seems to like it and I really enjoy doing it. And just to set the matter straight before it comes up, I shan't be blipping my mouth at any point no matter how well the singing goes :)