Guitar in the garden

I bought this new garden swing and Mr G put it together for me. It assembled quite easily until he got to the canopy, which just wouldn't stretch over the frame. Mr G rapidly realised that the pockets on the corners had been sewn in the wrong position, which is probably why the swing was on special offer! While I was at work on Monday, he cut them off and re-sewed them so now it fits perfectly. Yesterday afternoon, I got out the guitar for the first time in about a year. I was very rusty and a bit afraid to sing in case the neighbours heard, but I still managed to warble my way through Tracy Chapman's 'Sorry' and that old folk standard, 'Will ye go, lassie, go.' (Changed to 'laddie', of course.)