Music and Movement

We're in a bit of a quandary about what to do with the piano. The piano whose key bed has sagged beyond economic-sense repair. Andy reckons we could put it on e-bay for 99p and someone, somewhere would come and take it away. I don't share his e-bayers-will-buy-anything enthusiasm. Even though I suspect they will, because Andy has occasional flirtations with e-bay and buys some quite inexplicable stuff sometimes, generally to do with ancient...oops, sorry....classic video games, I still feel that, given the number of pianos on e-bay at the moment, come Christmas, ours will still be taking up what is now valuable space in my writing room.

I say 'valuable' because my writing room is looking likely to be transformed into a therapy room at some point in the next year. Already I am looking at the space thinking, 'Right...therapy couch there, towel storage space there, filing cabinet in the corner....' etc etc. And a dud piano, although still lovely to look at, does not fit in with the plans.

'What else are we supposed to do with it?' said Andy.
'I don't know,' I said, although secretly I think putting it out on the driveway and hoping someone steals it would probably do it for me.

I've taken to sitting cross-legged on a huge cushion in the middle of my writing room, and snatching moments of meditation whenever I can. Pandora, who seems to find my sitting still and thinking moments most entertaining, still insists on attracting my attention by biting me. I am thinking that if I can sit through a meditation with Pandora clamped to my thumb and not break my concentration, I'll be making good progress. Pandora, I suspect, has other ideas.

Today has been good in that a) I got loads of housework done b) I made a birthday cake for Leane even though I had a struggle getting the fudge icing to stick to the sides because the weather was too hot for it to set, so I added way to much icing sugar and then it went too stiff and c) we all went out for a meal to celebrate Leane's birthday and Kayleigh pulled some very entertaining 'brain-freeze' faces when she woke up just in time for pudding and had some ice-cream.

And tomorrow I am meeting my pal Janet (also a teacher and a damn good one at that) for lunch, where we shall have a fabulous natter about life, put the world to rights, and have a jolly productive afternoon vis a vis the forward development of the art of gossip.

And I've also got to stand in a shopping centre outside a photo-booth whilst Heather is inside the photo-booth getting passport photos done. She wouldn't get them done today because she was on her own and the instructions were too loud. Apparently.

I know. Don't ask.