Saturday tonguetwisters
(Or, what becomes amusing when you should be rehearsing hard for a concert only a fortnight away)
Irish washerwoman (five times, fast).
Mo’ slow mo snow (this actually came up in conversation).
An inanimate object (not exactly a tonguetwister, but it somehow proved very difficult to say).
My somersaulting clarinet mouthpiece is unstoppable (it’s best not to ask).
Filed under: Mulch — Clare @ 5:59 pm