doh a deer

i really mean 'do', as in the sound of music kind of a 'do' not a homer-simpson 'doh'. mol had her first ever piano lesson on monday and she has 3 notes on her head: C,D,E. Do Re Mi.
and now its do a deer a bloomin' female deer at every passing the piano moment. i am not going to scream impatiently one day in the near future "LEARN ANOTHER BLOODY TUNE MOL!" because that would be deconstructive and mean of me. i must nurture her musical talent and one day she'll be up there, wembley stadium, under the spotlight, dancing to the songs she has written and recorded earlier in a trendy soho studio with dudes from the backstreets of n8 - the dudes who weren't kicked out of the room for having smelly dog-shit-feet that is. you can't go into a cramped recording studio with dog shit on the soles of your feet. it'd ruin the soul of the song. yeah, maaaaan.
but before i project great talent i have to deal with the learning part. mol's teacher is a flame-haired-eastern-european with a sharp accent and finely painted lips. the lasting impression mol has of her after one lesson is that she left a lot of her lip-make-up on mols' favourite mug with a hedgehog. 'what's this mummy?' 'oh, it looks like L's lipstick.' 'oh. its very red and slimy.' can you respect a teacher who leaves such a mark on your favourite mug?
i'm already quite scared of L but i will try not to let mol know about my fears. although L is smaller than me in size i fear that she could argue me into allowing mol into being pushed through the music tube like toothpaste out of its nozzle. i have a feeling L likes RESULTS and RESULTS come from EXAMS and you don't PROGRESS unless you do EXAMS and why would you not want this?
I had to remind her 3 times in the first 10 minutes of MEETING her and taking this red-lipped-vixen into my house that music is surely meant to be pleasurable, especially at the tender age of nearly7?
although mol is much more casual about trusting her teachers, for me, the jury is still out...
roll on monday and lets see if we can get mol fast tracked to Grade 2 level. STOCCATTO! NOW! DO RE ME.
DOH?

oh.
and book clubber-wanna-be's...
so, talking of fast tracking.
I finished Lucky Jim to tremendous applause in my head as he got the bird and the job and didn't fall into the ditch labelled useless alcoholic.
and then I moved swiftly onto The Road (Cormack Mckarthy) to change genre and get modern and down with the kidz. i finished it last night (prune like and glued to the final pages in the near-cold-bath) and i went to sleep sobbing. don't read it if you've recently had a relative die on you who you very much loved or if you fear the end of the world. whatever the reviews say on the back it has to be The Most Depressing Book I've EVER Read.
I'm going to read Charlie and the Chocolate Factory next to cheer myself up.
Imagine. Owning. Your. Own. Chocolate. Factory? And more importantly - a whole tribe of OOmpa-Loompa's?
Sleep well readers.