Busyknitter

Was folding laundry in the bedroom yesterday evening and at the same time watching the beautiful and moving film Être et Avoir on BBC 4.The film doesn’t have a soundtrack and is generally very quiet, but I gradually became aware of a flowing baroque tune being played on a descant recorder. It didn’t really sound like it was coming from the television, it sounded close by. So I switched the sound off and, sure enough, the music carried on. It was coming from next door.

How very thrilling that a recorder player has moved into the house next door (it’s shared rented accommodation so there’s a certain amount of coming and going). Am I going to be able to resist the temptation to ask whoever it is if they want to play some duets?