WHAT IS GEORGE’S BROTHER UP TO?
Waking up to the sound of a horrible SCREECH coming from my brothers room, I rub my eyes as I realise what it is. My brother is practising his violin, AGAIN!
My brother was trying to learn how to play the trumpet a couple of weeks ago as well, but it sounded even worse than a sick elephant most of the time. I was happy to hear that he’d given that instrument a pass.
His violin was even worse though, it’s painted a horrible purple colour, and he won’t let it out of his sight for more than one second.