Today was just all things aussie... Queen's Birthday public holiday, a balmy 18 degree fine sunny with no cloud WINTER day - take THAT you northern hemisphere freezing countries, and a room full of old folk who appreciate FINE music. And by that, I mean me (haha).
I basically played a whole bunch of 1930's hits which got a lot of the oldies singing and clapping, some actually got up and danced. There was this lovely just LOVELY little old lady named Barbara who sang beautifully - she sounded like a cabaret singer, seriously! She sat in the chair right next to me and sang/hummed along. They made me play God Save the Queen twice, as it was appropriate for the occasion. I made Barbara cry when I played Dannyboy and she sang along to it, and an old man told me I was a beautiful young lady. Then they all cheered and I even heard a "Hooray" after I played Offenbach's Can-Can (which they clapped along to also). Don't you just love old people. They were pleasant though - I suppose if I had come post-afternoon there would have been screaming hysterical dementia sufferers, but no they were really nice to me. To finish things up I then did an encore performance of Waltzing Matilda which got everybody singing and clapping; I even put it a key change for the last chorus (yes I know, I'm impressive).
Then I got home, did some laundry whilst making a nice country-bumpkin chicken and vegetable soup. I didn't have any cream though so I used milk. Yummy. I just finished one dreadful anatomy assignment and about to start the next one. Not looking forward to dissection tomorrow as usual... Our cadaver's smelling worse and worse each week.
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