Weeks – nay months ago – I prepared to say goodbye to my beloved piano as its departure for England and my daughter’s house was ! imminent ! It’s still here. After a long saga of asking for quotes, waiting for Sally’s house renovations to be finished, accepting quote (huge), paying deposit and now we’re back to square one.
Three promised dates have fallen through, for various reasons – one of them being that the driver’s mate was ill and he wanted Jock to help carry the piano out and load it. Jock is 79, and we said NO.
Today was to be THE day. Last night the movers rang my daughter and told her they wouldn’t be able to get it on the lorry – the intention had been to pick it up on the way down from Cherbourg, go here there and everywhere round France picking up other stuff and then off back to UK. We would have preferred for it to be the last thing onto the lorry, as pianos are delicate and we didn’t like the idea of it being messed about for a week, but we’d been waiting so long that it seemed the only solution.
Last night’s call was the last straw and Sally (quite justifiably) flipped her lid, and asked for the deposit back. I’ve forwarded her the file of 11 emails so that she can start the process all over again from her end. Some time in the distant future, my grandson may have a piano to play…..