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Off to Cambridge to visit my brother. Hopefully, there will be a detour to a music shop, and I shall return with a brand new, super shiny opened-holed flute.
I am ridiculously excited. Only problem being that I have to trade in my old flute, Ralph. (Yes, it has a name. Shut up.) It feels a little like a betrayal. We've done so much together. I'd never have been able to stand on all those stages, shaking uncontrollably, and playing horrific numbers of wrong notes, without him.
Mainly because I'd have looked a little silly standing on stage at a concert with no instrument.
Never mind. I shall think of the shiny new flutish goodness.
Back in a few days.