Parky.

This is to Parky.
Message number one: if you're going to bump into me, start recognising me :P
Message number two: despite the fact my flute keys are now really sticky, thanks for the dolly mixtures.


Parky bumped into me on the bus today. It was definitely him, I got on first. Anyway, neither of us saw the other when he got on. He was talking to Bethan (don't think I know her, but I may) and I was doing French revision. Then I think Bethan must've got off at some point, and I gave up on French and got out my new flute book (collected from Hickies less than fifteen minutes earlier) and start working out intervals, as practice for theory.

I think I can say I was aware of the person behind me leaning forwards loads out of the corner of my eye, but I didn't think much of it. Then the person behind me moved to sit opposite me and my reflex was to look up. And then cry out in astonishment: "Parky! Where did you come from?"
Turns out that after he worked out I was definitely me (might've been my name on the French book on the seat next to me, or the fact it was flute music, I had the right hair and was wearing glasses - actually I don't know if he noticed the French book at all) but either way, I asked how long he'd been sitting behind me and we worked out he'd got on at the Oracle, and me at Reading Station, and by this time we were at Prospect Park, so quite a while. How long had he watched me do theory since he worked out who I was? "About a minute. But I guess it was cruel" Thanks.

But he's forgiven. He's really nice, and when he bought loads of sweets from Asda (from what I can tell, he's been eating and eating and eating all day!), he shared the non-gelatinous dolly mixes with me. And he gave me an apple (I revealed I'd forgotten my lunch). And then gave me some more dolly mixes. And then when I refused to take more, he made me look away using various means and gave me more. I felt so ill by the time it was my lesson. But I'd spent half an hour or more talking and laughing. He's a great person to know.

What else? I don't know, that's my funny story of the day. Got some English Coursework results back, for the  essay I did on 'A Christmas Carol'. I was very proud. My parents are over the moon. So I'm celebrating by not doing homework.

After finally grasping the intervals within one octave, I've moved onto the much more difficult grade 5 ones. And they're much easier than I expected. Thank you again, Rachel and Parky. Compositions next. Parky gave me a tip for the music ones. Rache says she'll help me with the composing to words ones. That means I'm all covered. Only about three weeks to go :S.

Night xx