<;img class="alignleft size-thumbnail wp-image-1045" alt="ukelele10" src="http://wednesdaybusk.info/wp-content/uploads/2013/02/ukelelel5-150x240.jpg" width="150" height="240" /><;/a>Kia ora, ukulele group today and we are doing different strums. Which sounds easy but tell my fingers that. The problem, as I see it is, that my brain understands the words but my fingers do not receive the message. They will though. I know from experience that eventually they will. So keep on, hope ever is the mantra.
<;h2>Chapter 13 (unlucky for some)<;/h2>
Its the middle of the night, the dog starts barking, Hester hears screams and shouts, she staggers out of bed, oh Medusa — all she can remember is put any lights on that you can — make as much noise as you can — and charge, sometimes the element of surprise gives you a moment or two… okay? ‘Not this time,’ yells Hester — and charges…
Chapter 13