Drum and Bugle Corp

It’s interesting what can wake you up in the middle of the night.  I hadn’t thought about it before but I guess it is possible to have a Drum and Bugle Corp of only 2. There should only be 2 because only 2 checked in but I think there might be 3 of them or even more.  The reason I’m thinking about this now is that there is definitely a rehearsal of some sort going on in room number 4.

I don’t remember seeing them take instruments into their room.  A bugle of course you could have in a suitcase, but I’m sure I would have noticed a bass drum, and they seem to be banging on the walls too and there they go again, really slow, too … boom … slow … boom, now speeding up again faster faster boom boom boom that penetrating boom, too fast, too fast, they must know there’s a bit of trouble with that part because they keep rehearsing it over and over and over again, really slow, boom… boom, speeding up, good grief you can’t march to that tempo for heaven’s sake everyone will be tripping all over themselves, boom boom boom, maybe there is a full Corps in there, then slowing down, good grief, no, no, too slow, too slow, everyone will get bored and wander off, speed it up, yes, better, much better, good grief no, too fast again.  I can’t imagine a full Corp of 110 members marching to that tempo it’s impossible.  Must be just two of them I don’t hear the lyricist anymore and something wrong with the bugle, some pretty clear top notes, but some strange low rumbling along with them, almost like a gurgling, sounds like purring.

Hey, did they have a cat?  It’s nice the way they stop every once in a while, usually right after some fast passage, must be talking over some really hard part, just long enough for you to doze off.  Holy smokes here we go again, jumped right in at the fast bit, I didn’t know you could beat a drum that fast, heavens the chandelier is shaking.  Oh, nice high ‘C’, yes, very good, very good, definite improvement.   Much much better.  Hmmm, and now a lot of purring.  They’re going to have to pay for that cat.  Pets are extra you know.  I’ll talk to them about it in the morning.  Hmmm.

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After living with someone for 18 years you begin to know them quite well.  You know what they think, what they are going to do next, how they will react to a given situation.  You can brush your teeth at the same time at the same sink and not get in each other’s way because you know how the other person will move and where and when.  Your life together is a ballet in which you move together, perfectly choreographed, in perfect harmony.

Then, one day, that person does something that makes you realize that you don’t know them at all.  That person, who you used to think of as an extension of your own mind and soul, does something, an action, not premeditated, that makes you realize that you are living with a stranger, someone you don’t know at all.  In fact, maybe you have never even met them before.

You are standing in the kitchen preparing the evening meal.  He is preparing the drinks-  gin and tonic.  As it should be.  Tall glass.  Ice from the freezer.  Gin.  Bombay Sapphire, well chilled.  What else is there.  Tonic.  Then it happens.  The thing that rends your world.  Instead of pouring the tonic into the glass, he pours it into the gin bottle.

And sloshes it around!

Has he gone mad?  What are you doing?

“Oh, the bottle was empty and I didn’t want to waste any.”

Your mind reels.  People, well, I mean real people, just don’t do that kind of thing.  When the bottle is empty, it’s empty.  You just open a new one.  You don’t turn the bottle upside down into a glass to let it drain out, every last drop, drop by drop.  You don’t stick your finger into the top of the bottle and then lick your finger.  You don’t hold the bottle up to your mouth and lick the top.  You don’t stick your tongue into the top of the bottle and lick around hopeful that there might still be a drop there.  You just don’t do that kind of thing.  We aren’t paupers.  We have manners.

And then I think, why didn’t I think of that?

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Albion Manor Victoria BC Bed and Breakfast