Sing a song of sixpence

I had a very enjoyable, and very musical day yesterday. It started in Sunday school, when the teacher began singing, though perhaps calling that music is a bit of a stretch. I left class just a bit early so I could make it to choir rehearsal on time, but I was stopped by the music minister (also my hairdresser) on my way. He wanted to know if I would go downstairs with my mother after the choir finished singing and help her with the children's choir practice. So I had a good hour or more of singing in the morning, and then when I got outside I ran into my former violin teacher, Claire, who I hadn't seen in a year or so. She mentioned the high school fall choir concert, and I decided that I needed to go. So ... I hurried home, ate lunch, arrived at the concert half an hour late, listened to some second-rate/some amazing music, and then went outside, where I bumped into Claire again. She mentioned that she had a concert she had to give that evening in another state, and I commented that when I had tried to tune my violin the last time, I had broken a string. Claire has offered to re-string my violin for me, so now I need to make an appointment with her to have that done ... but there's a catch. After she volunteered that service, she threw in the hurried "andthenI'llmakeyouplay" with a mischevious grin. But I would like to play again, so I suppose the only thing to do is to endure initial humiliation of my efforts after not having played in five years. :P