Home Again
So I return from the mudfest and there is a veritable queue outside my office. Yes, I say, of course I sorted out all your problems while I was at Glastonbury. Having barricaded myself in I trawl through the emails and see who else wants to talk to me on Facebook.
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Three weeks later I return from my glorious two week holiday and there is a veritable queue outside my office. Yes, I say, of course I sorted out all your problems while I was in Cornwall. Having barricaded myself in I trawl through the emails and see who else wants to talk to me on Facebook.
The surf in Cornwall is good, we go to some nice National Trust places and it only rains a little. I have great pleasure in (being coerced into) playing the lovely ancient Steinway piano in the big hall in Lanhydrock House that I was too cowardly to play last year. I play some Yann Tiersen (the same pieces I played at Glastonbury - stick to what you know) and people applaud. It's nice. I also play the other piano there, a broadwood. The action is much looser but it has a nice, mellow sound.
In the tea room I am asked if I play professionally and everyone thinks I'm famous. A man is overheard saying to his wife That young man playing the piano - he has a ring in his eyebrow! This becomes the anecdote of the day. I play again before we leave and the woman / guide / volunteer / whatever is delighted.
We move to a bigger house with a nice big (ish - 70ft) garden and it all goes very smoothly, the Big Strong Men do their job well and we are excellent at unpacking. The house has a worrying lack of useful sockets though. The living room only has two and they are in stupid places.
We have installed our fancy new music system by Sonos, which is amazing and we are busy buying furniture and organising things. As soon as I get my camera to stop being stuck on manual focus I'll take some pictures...
