the year of playing the piano – gold dust

Well, it’s a marvel. Lots of gold about. Such a pity I’m not actually good at anything sporting wise (and otherwise too, probably, but certainly sporting wise). I’ve got just the temperament for the slightly bonkers dedication Olympians must show. I mean I’ll practise something all day, every day, day after day. But what, apart from the something pianistic where dedication rather than excellence was required, could I possibly do? Dog walking! I’m going to turn myself into an Olympic dog-walker if only I can avoid all those Bradley Wiggin wannabes in the park.