not playing a lot of guitar anymore because of … the arthritis … (insert dramatic music, possibly groan of pain but that seems to have somewhat abated – I can never think of the word ‘abate’ without recalling the story about McAuley’s first words. Apparently, he had not yet spoken much if at all until on one occasion a servant spilt hot tea on his legs. There was much fuss and when the hostess of the event conciliated with “How fair thee wee chap, I hope you are starting to feel better?”, McAuley replied,as a toddler, – Thankyou Madam, the agony has somewhat abated 🙂 )
