January 4th, 2023 – 1,561

“Do you play in your daily life? What says ‘playtime’ to you?”

You could not have set this one up better. Well, the answer changes depending on if you’re asking before or after literally today, because – to hijack this question – a fairly major change came in today.

This was what my latest cryptic messages were all about. Now, to be clear, I cannot play the trumpet. Today was my first day using one and, well suffice to say, I am not good. I can occasionally get it to make a noise. I’ve spent most of the afternoon after work practicing buzzing my lips, which I do not have a knack for, but this is my new ‘playtime’ activity. And it’s not a random one either, because in addition to the opportunity to bond with my granddad over musical instruments and jazz – though I am a way off of the latter just yet – the trumpet holds special significance to me. It was Humph’s instrument of choice. I still remember in the live I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Clue show I got to go to, how he whipped it out and began playing in front of everyone. That one’s for Iain, god bless that man’s grasp of innuendo. Watching Humph playing the trumpet is a memory that will stick with me for the rest of my life.

I will probably never get ‘good’, and will never come close to that good, but for fun? Yeah, I think I can get behind that. I might not be able to make proper notes and still be in more of a raspberry phase than a buzzing one, but it’s with a smile on my face. That’s probably why I can’t blow it properly.