A Family Party

I went to a family party over the weekend. Not a small, smelly little family party. A big, proper family party. The kind with my cousins. Their partners. Their children. My parent’s cousins. My auntie’s cousins daughter. The whole shebang. There were 20 people (I think), most of whom I haven’t seen since the last wedding/funeral. It was great. Food, drink. Catching up. I used to be in bands with my cousins and we had a drum set and a guitar set up and got to have a little jam and that was so much fun. I couldn’t play guitar any more (which is pretty upsetting) - my fingers remembered some of it, but if I had to actually think about what I was playing, I was lost. My six year old was shocked and wanted to know how I knew how to play guitar and how I was so good…I didn’t have the heart to explain to him that I’d just let myself down. One of today’s jobs…getting the guitar out of the loft and getting back into it! Aside from all of that shared history (at least 3 years of band practices…