Wednesday 24th September 2003: Whistling Kangaroos
It didn't start out as a particularly outstanding morning. But at 9:11am, as I was eating my breakfast (crumpets with Marmite) and reading yesterday's Times, I came across a story about a pet kangaroo who rescued her injured owner by hopping back to the farm house to get help. And as I read I found myself whistling the theme song to "Lassie". This may not sound so unusual in itself. But I've never been able to whistle before! And there it was, emanating from my pursed lips and filling the room: pure, crystal clear, canarylike notes. I began to experiment, first with "Zippity Doo Dah", then "Whistle While You Work", then on through "Jesu Joy of Man's Desire", "Dirty Old Town", "The Blue Danube Waltz", "My Sharona", "The Good, Bad, and the Ugly", and they all worked! At the age of 50 I've turned into a friggin' jukebox!
I figured this was as good as the day would get -- but then the post came, and in it was my visa from the Home Office which finally grants me residency. So stay tuned for my employment search...
