Having fun with young 'uns !

This week started with a breathing session here in Nasby Park with gifted young singers - what bliss to be with such uncomplicated, eager, learners..... Over the years, with the rigours of adult life, one tends to forget what it was like to be young and carefree - so if you're under fifty years of age - make the most of your energy and zest for life - it's priceless ! The main concern is to be healthy, so be good and respect your body. I'm not kiddin' - mine was battered about early, in my fourth year, when my younger - by two years - sister found it fun to shove me down a long, steep staircase...she was very strong and I was (still AM) gullible! Bouncing my way to the bottom, I was thrown into the pantry and hit my head on the edge of an enamelled bread bin - ooouch.... Yes, it did hurt initially, and I remember eventually being sat on the knee of our kindly old family doctor whilst he sewed up the little hole in my scalp - but I can't recall any pains in the head after that, luckily. That accident must have nullified the brain - which is my excuse/reason for being known as "The Mad One " - it figures....Anyone reading these blogs will conclude that I have survived in spite of all the mishaps, and possibly they made me stronger....? Back to having fun with the young 'uns. I guess it's always a joy to be with young people as one never has the chance to grow up oneself, and our inner child is still inside - look after that infant. As the wise Anna L observed, when my life took on a new direction a while back, and I felt a little sad - 'you are renewed, and as naked as the day you were born. Life will start anew for you' - wrote the amazing lady, that enigmatic, poetical Anna...and she was right (she always is....). Here in Nasby Park we were watching the Sweden/Spain football match the other evening, propped on a large bed with a lifting device, so that we didn't have to strain our necks to view the screen - and we were ALL indulging our lungs lustily, encouraging the "home" team, to the last few minutes - then - utter despair! A Spaniard "snuck" a goal in at the last minute - aaaagh - bother, bother, bother - to be polite ...! Today I had the pleasure of breathing with Johan Tenstam, tenor, and by golly - he's using it fabulously. He brought his sons, Johannes and Oliver - they not only look like little angels, they actually behave like adorable putti - unbelievable! Johannes has just auditioned successfully for the cathedral choir in Upsalla - so keep your eyes and ears open for him in future....Better sign off now or it will be tomorrow.....wishing you all a wonderful summer..k..p b.......g...