Blood on the Fingerboard

I spent the morning revising some of the answers to the mock exam. I had cunningly cut and pasted the questions and answers into a text file for later review. I need to review all of the answers, but so far I have noticed that there are some rather sneaky questions which attempt to focus you on one thing but are in fact testing another. Others were thought provoking and worth taking to pieces and analysing because they did increase my understanding.

This afternoon we went to watch the Year 6 leaver's assembly at Mount Primary. Every student who was leaving was given a leaver's certificate, and a personal anecdote from the head. Imogen's was a little short and sweet, but noted her all round academic prowess. A couple of pupils had put together a short film on memories of the school, in which Imogen's main memory was apparently not having to wear uniform. It was a rather long and slightly emotional assembly, but enjoyable nevertheless.

Wayne appeared later on in the afternoon, a stringless acoustic guitar in one hand and a pack of strings in the other and a desire to have me fit them. This proved to be a rather bad idea, as I managed to snap the G string. Wayne took it rather well, and I dug myself out of the soft and brown by using the E machine head instead. It will mess with his mind when he tries to tune it up but the alternative was another $27 for a new set. After tuning up, we attempted to "jam", with Wayne playing some chords and me attempting to improvise a melody. It sounded mostly hideous, with the occasional bar or two (I'm assuming we were playing in 4/4) sounding not too unpleasant. It was at this point that Wayne's carelessness with a Stanley knife while fitting NZ style plugs to various electrical equipment became obvious, with a split in one finger depositing a none too shabby amount of claret on the fingerboard. We took the coward's way out and opened the beer.