We decided/were told, that the last week we should cover Chinese New Year. I was happy to teach this as I know the story very well. I quickly discovered that the entire school was doing to same thing and so resources were limited. 
I decided to go to the Manchester City Chinese New Year Celebrations. I had checked on line and found out that there would be lots of activites. I was sure I'd be able to pick up some bits and pieces.
Mother Nature was not on my side, the heavens opened and didn't shut. It was tipping it down. I walked to the station hopped on the train and set off for my first ever solo trip to Manchester.
I wandered around trying to find things that I could use at school. Unfortunately pretty much everything was either rained off or squeezed so tightly into a gazebo I couldn't get a look in.
I took shelter in a nearby church, I lit a candle for my family and friends and say behind the radiator. "Are you here for the recital?"
"I'm, well... I we..." Should I tell the truth, that I was just drying off or should I lie in the house of God? "If that's ok, I would love to". Not quite a lie, but not exactly part of my plan. So began an hour of the most amazing piano recital I have ever heard (not that I have much experience outside of ten year olds playing happy birthday on a loop). The two pianist A young Chinese man and a Spanish girl both played incredibly well for six to ten minutes each. Neither used any sheet music and neither, as far as I could tell made any mistakes. After they had both finished I was able to grab them both and espress my admiration for their incredible talent. I was truly blown away by them both and I must confess a tad jealous.
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