Henry, Mummy is playing the piano now. Why don't you play with digger? No, it's Mummy's turn to play the piano. You can play in a while. What's digger doing? Shall we get a puzzle out for you? What does 'ack' mean? Ack? Ack? Oh, hat. You want to wear the Santa hat? Ok. Here … Continue reading I’m playing the piano at a wedding on Saturday. Do you think it’s going to go well?
Abandoned pianos keep appearing on our street. Nobly they stand, shivering under snow blankets and dreaming of sonatas gone by. The first one still had its keys and I hammered out a little something one glistening morning, just to make it feel special. It sounded like a box of broken bottles. Pianos aren't meant to live … Continue reading Strays
After another busy week, our Sunday has ticked all the right boxes. We got up and were ready for Tim's early morning meetings on time, for once, and I spent the extra hour listening to someone in the ward play the piano in the chapel. Gave me food for thought: it's been years since this … Continue reading Sarah Brightman Prompts Embarrassed Sunday Reflection