Have those fine hard-working trumpeters self-isolated?
The trumpeters have disappeared! When I get to the end of a lesson or practice the screen freezes. No trumpets! No fanfares! No cheering crowds! Nothing! Nix! Rien! Chan eil càil!
This is having a serious effect on my self-esteem. Those daily fanfares gave me a sense of worth, a sense of purpose, they were what got me out of my bed of a morning to face this cruel world.
Now my extraordinary daily achievements are met with silence, indifference, a great empty void. I can only continue by refreshing the screen. Sometimes my lesson shows up as having been completed; sometimes it doesn't. My life is in tatters.
I can only imagine that the band has self-isolated. Nothing is worse than a trumpet for blowing spit all over the show. So thank you, lads, for your fine past service, and your great sense of civic duty. I hope you come through, and live to blow another day.
In the meantime I shall try to sustain myself on the dim memory of your Gflat der-der-dah!!! It will be hard. Bidh e doirbh.