Where did I left things in my last post ? 
Well, everything looked set for a fruitful week-end of jamming and recording . It was a bright, crisp Saturday afternoon and I fixed myself a steamy cup of cocoa before making my way to the Greenhouse (the self-made recording studio which stands at the end of the parc). Once installed I picked the black SG, cranked up the volume and soloed away.
I was still there when I heard the first drops.
Now, one thing you should know about the castle I inherited from my glorious family is this: it had better days. And the roof shows most clearly its age when it rains, especially when it pours down like it did last week.
Here I was, 14th baron in the line, desperately positioning buckets all around the old library when my dear Contessa comes in. She makes it clear that she has enough and that it is high time I get to do something serious with my life.
I guess I say the wrong thing and she throws the first weapon she can find (actually quite a valuable first edition of Albert Camus) directly at me. I gracefully move sideways, avoiding the litterary missile but in the process step on one of the buckets, and lose my balance. Last thing I can remember is a set of armour rushing towards me in a very determined fashion ...
Conclusions after the x-rays: 2 cracked ribs (but don't worry, the armour has hardly a bump) and I'm afraid I might have to stick to air guitar for a little while. Rock & roll !









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