April showers have begun: it's 5C (41F) and raining. A wet, cloudy, chilly and muddy Saturday morning is the perfect time for a run. (Ok, I admit that anytime I can get out of the house and onto the railway paths is a pretty good time for a run.)
Inside, things are quiet, briefly. Yesterday was a momentous day in Thomas's life. He had his first piano lesson. Amazingly, he took to it, seemed to enjoy it, and came home eager to practice and to teach Iain middle C. It is officially our first foray into the extra-curricular world, which we've managed to hold off for a ridiculously long time. Anna will be 9 in September; most people we know with kids that age have ballet and music and sports and scouts and goodness knows what else. But I am quite happy starting with an activity that can be done indoors in an hour on a Friday afternoon, during which I can sit and have a quiet cup of tea and a chat with the mother of the girl giving Thomas his piano lesson.
I know it won't be too long before I am standing in the rain, watching my sons chase a black-and-white ball down a muddy football pitch (or a soccer field, if you prefer). So I will be grateful for middle C, no matter how many times I hear it between now and next Friday.
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