I’m puggled

So, today was the Mid Calder gala day and our brass band were playing, so Mrs Choobs, child #2, child #3 and I were performing. One march with the procession followed by two thirty minute sets outside different pubs had us utterly puggled. It was a lovely day and a lot of fun, but we were pretty sticky by the end of it.

So, one gala down, only two more (in June). Unfortunately, for the next two, our oldest boy will be joining us, armed with his trombone. Sticking a rubber-necking trombone wielding adolescent with no control over his own limbs at the front of a marching band is a recipe for disaster. Hilarity will, doubtless, ensue.

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