On Sunday morning, when our car pulled out onto High Street, we noticed some police lights flashing up ahead. Hmm. I couldn’t hear the siren, despite the fact that it looked like the car was moving – that was strange, and a bit disconcerting. But as we got closer, we realised there was no siren, only flashing lights. Phew! There were several police cars escorting a marching band of soldiers, coming up on the other side of the street with various instruments in tow. Jase wound down the car window so I could hear the music better. It was the local RSL club, playing the most beautiful music. I smiled in delight at the bugles I thought I was hearing.
‘Ohhhh,’ I said, in awe. It sounded so nice!
Then we got close enough for me to realise that they weren’t playing bugles at all. They were bagpipes. Uh oh. But I hate bagpipes!
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