Music in the cold 
Can be tiring playing trombone. I have seen plenty of old boys marching with cornets and horns, but not trombones. It uses up quite a bit of oxygen.

Last week we had a pre-contest concert with three other bands. Sounded pretty good, apart from one spot where we appeared to be in sync with the horns. This was bad. We were supposed to be alternating. But it's such a weird piece of music that I doubt anybody noticed. After our spot, I watched Waitakere play a couple of pieces, then picked up the trombone to leave. "Ah, aren't you going to hear us play" said a red shirt from Howick. I mumbled something, escaped to the car, then felt guilty and came back to hear most of Howick. After that, I was so tired I was having concerns about driving home!

I guess I must have been fitter this weekend, because I drove all the way to Rotorua and back for the contest itself, and then did trombone in church the day after. But it paid off. We're down at the curry house on Friday to celebrate thrashing the D grade. By one point, I hear. I didn't think our performance was incredibly special, but I think we must have got enough bits right to make the difference.

Bronwyn's GPS appears to be set on "Scenic" mode. It took me along some very interesting routes. Plus there was one spot where it told me to turn right. I couldn't see anywhere at all to turn right. Then I spotted a massive trench in the paddock. OK, so maybe in a few months I'll be able to turn right...

The Antarctic has been gripping Auckland. Snowflakes were seen up north. Terrified locals had to put a coat on. But fortunately the icy blast has eased, and we're due for more rain.

School holidays. Rachael has hardly left the sofa. Sarah has been out at the YMCA programme a few times. I just hope they don't complain that the holidays are too short!

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