Watson gets the girl

Those who know me for the past few years probably know about my partner in crime, Watson.
That's right: the knackered, naff classical guitar found out by the dustbins, adopted, illustrated and given a new lease of life.

Well, Watson and I have been producing tortured strains for a good few years now, and he has established himself as a well known character on the pub circuit.
So it will come as no surprise that a handsome and tuneful~(!?) individual such as himself, should have found a lady friend.

Oh yes, a Lady guitar has moved in to our house!

A piece of guitar totty if ever I saw one. Pru (for that is her name) is an electro-acoustic vision in blue, quite the prettiest guitar you ever did see. No wonder Watson fell for her!

So what could have been an awkward moment (the introduction of 'another guitar' into the happy home), has turned into a match made in heaven.
Watson gets to have a bit of a breather, he is getting on a bit after all,
I get to 'broaden my skills '(i will not have it said that Watson was holding me back!)
Pru gets the adoration of all who behold her.

What a happy family!

p.s. there is nothing wrong with naming inanimate objests is there?!