New Things...

My aunt is across for the wedding and as is usual with these sorts of family occasions, a wee sing song is usually ensued on the canter down from the main event.

This is usually oiled by TFP Dad banging a few scottish and irish songs on the guitar but a wee sideline was served up by my wee cousin (when I say wee, he's actually just as tall, if not taller than me now) tinkling a few wee tunes on the rather exquisite grand piano in the main lounge.

Kirk apparently doesn't really read music but has learnt by ear which is something not many of the audience that amassed including myself knew about him. Although the party juice was inhibiting his playing a little, he put on a wonderful wee interlude.