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Where's the Mysterious Trumpet Player this week?

Time for this monthly update.

I went to Jervis Bay this weekend which was pretty good. I'll write another blog post about it.

The end of winter has finally come I think, and the return of warm/hot weather is coming. I can feel it. You can "smell summer" in the evenings. I attribute the "smell of summer" quote to my sister...although she was referring to freshly cut cucumber skins...and it was probably more than 15 years ago. Anyway, mmmm, the fresh smell of summer :)

It's actually a bit scary how the months have gone so quickly and it is now August. This blog is over a year old now. I had no celebration as I forgot. I should have some sort of party soon. Maybe design a logo for this blog.

I have previously written about The Mysterious Trumpet Player (it is actually a trombone...) that practices his brass instrument in increasingly ingenious and secluded places. A few days ago, a colleague and I were walking back from lunch and could hear the familiar ffffpppppwaaaah-waaah. Oh wow, it is quite loud, he must be close by! Where is he practicing today I wonder? We did wonder as we both stopped, and looked around carefully; searching the surrounding area with our eyes, as if we had fallen into a impromptu game of Where's Wally in an urban setting and The Mysterious Trumpet Player was Wally, and the only prize was our own self satisfaction and 10 second admiration from our peer, much akin to finally locating the shy horizontally striped master of camouflage.
Or that this urban landscape was now a huge real-life magic eye picture and The Mysterious Trumpet Player was a huge floating penguin or Sydney Harbour Bridge waiting to jump out at us.
Sadly, we had no such luck of seeing The Mysterious Trumpet Player though.
I had a feeling that he was either hiding deep in a bush near to the road or maybe hiding in a tree.

Changing the subject a bit, I saw this on TV last night and it made me laugh so much.


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