Secret Admirer

While in military training, I was friends with two young women, one of them was having problems with her boyfriend. They had been together so long, frankly, he just took her companionship for granted. Any young man would have been proud to have this girl as a friend or wife, should she accept a proposal. Her nickname was Foxy.

As Valentines neared, I was invited to the home of the women for a holiday meal. That afternoon, a delivery of flowers Harrogate, one dozen long stem red roses, arrived for Foxy. She was ecstatic, telling her boyfriend thank you, repeatedly. Then she saw the note that someone called Jabberwocky had sent them. Foxy was speechless. Her boyfriend was stunned and upset. Two weeks later he asked her to be married. They have been married 40 years. I believe sending those roses was one of the nicest things I have ever done.

 

Win On the Main Stage

If you ever wanted to discover a sure-fire way to popularity, fame and success with the fairer sex, you’d be wise to take up the saxophone. A passionate and romantic instrument, it’s sure to help you get the ladies to swoon.

Beyond just being a great way to break the ice with ladies, a saxophone is a great tool for a man to forge a career as a wedding saxophonist Manchester. If you have ever felt the exhilaration of getting on a stage to a crowd of eager guests, you know what kind of thrill it is!

Getting into the wedding gig as a saxophone player is a great way to stay socially connected while also earning a pretty handsome living. It will just take the investment in a saxophone and then the commitment to practice and grow your talent.

 

A Sour Note

It had been days since any of The Smith family saw Tin Tim and they were each wrought with pain. Tin Tim had come to The Smith family for Christmas and it was only New Years Eve and he had gone missing. The horror of it was too much for the Smith children Jack and Julianna. They cried and cried till there were no tears left at all.
That night Mr. Smith a very well known saxophone player Manchester decided to play for the family in honor of Tin Tim. Mrs. Smith had made hot cocoa and they all sat in front of the fire as Mr. Smith got ready to play. Right on the first blow it just sounded awful. It was then that Tin Tim came popping out of the bell of the saxophone hold! The whole family went from shock to pure happiness at finding Tin Tim the Christmas mouse.

 

I Helped Him

My friend and his future wife were having the hardest time finding a wedding violinist Manchester for their special day. They wanted to find someone who could play music in the way that was good for a wedding, and they weren’t sure just who could do that for them in a way that would be pleasing to them. I offered my services, despite the fact that I am a friend of theirs, and they accepted. I helped to make the night of my friend something that was truly special because I gave of the talents that I have. I know that the wedding would have felt different to me if I could have attended it as a normal guest does, but I was happy to offer my friend the help that he needed on his special day. He deserved that much from me.

 

Life is Hard

Life is hard for the electric violinist, constantly hustling for a dollar on the street. Facing constant harassment from the police and those who pass by but who do not understand the hard life of the street busker. Scrapping for each and every dollar, the street musician lives the life of a troubadour, a nomadic existence in which one can never quite be sure where their next meal is coming from or whether or not they will have a place to stay when evening arrives. And yet, the street musician pushes on, electric violin in hand, instrument case open, pursuing his passion each and every day. His life was not supposed to turn out like this after graduating from Julliard, he was supposed to be someone, playing in front of thousands of adoring fans in New York, London, or Sydney. You know what they say about best laid plans….

 

Creative Cooking Correction

My husband and I were enjoying a lovely dinner with our friends at a fine dining establishment, when the topic turned to cooking. This was a couple we had been friends with for years and who had just moved into a new home. I was astounded to discover their kitchen did not include a wire wisk for beating eggs and so forth. We debated the matter, my contention being that a kitchen without a wisk is a disfunctional kitchen. I am an admitted food snob, while they rarely cooked.

As we had not yet given them a housewarming gift, I purchased the best quality wisk I could find at the nearest culinary goods store and took it to my local florist Harrogate. This wonderfully creative designer delivered a fabulous floral arrangement, incorporating the wisk. They were thrilled — and my point was made!