Synchronicity

Have had a very sociable weekend, the highlight being a gathering at Meg and Richard's in Southwell last night. They are living in a converted mill complex with a vast basement-style living room. This made an ideal auditorium because they'd invited quite a few musos.

JP took the Martin, seen here (the favourite instument in this house).

By co-incidence we met some people who are in a band with a guy who is surveying our new boat (someone I picked randomly from the phone book). Turns out this band needs a lead guitarist so John is going to do a guest slot with them in September and take it from there.

It struck me how music is a common language. People turn up with instruments and it doesn't matter that they've never met before; they just jam. It's another form of communication.

I took my tambourine.

We also met a couple who live on a boat down south. They make their living through doing a paper-round once a month, pet/house-sitting, gardening and busking. They don't have many outgoings and seem to have such a happy relaxed, life-style.

Nice to know there are alternatives to the 9 to 5, should all us public sector workers end up jobless.