The love of my life – gone
At last, after months of faffing about with an incompetent shipping agent and a large lost deposit the friend of a friend of the pub landlord in Sally’s village came up trumps and arrived at 9.00 last night to pick up my beloved piano.
Stripped and ready to go – just waiting for the muscle. Last sad melody played and tears mopped up.
- The muscle polished off the last of the sinful chocolate cake while waiting for the van.
- In she goes – sorry it’s out of focus!
- well strapped in, padded with my latest quilt and heaps of blankets
The driver, having driven the length of France from Italy, refused all sustenance except a cuppa strong tea. After letting fly with a vituperative exposé of European politics he trundled down the drive at the start of a 5 hour drive to Beauvais for another pickup before crossing the channel in the early hours of Saturday. I just hope he got to sleep on the ferry!
Bye bye piano. I’m sure Sally’s family will have as much pleasure from you as I have.
You’d never know it had ever been there.
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