It’s been about two months since one of my bass strings spontaneously unravelled, an event I never thought possible. Changing instrument strings is one of the most stressful activities I have to do, but after weeks of running away from the inevitable, I finally faced the music. After YouTube tutorials and much internal cursing, I finally have four, complete strings of brassy beauty. So black, so smooth.
An afternoon hangout with Liv and Tom snowballed into tea at The Williams’. In scenarios such as this, all self control disappears, with limitless amounts of pretzels and crisps consumed. Somehow we’ve ended up watching My Kitchen Rules. Don’t ask questions, just unleash your unjustified kitchen opinions.