have a discussion with me about the fact we will get rid of the piano because:
we don’t have the room
its over one hundred years old and
regardless of how often you tune it, it is always flat.
Then arrange for a piano tuner to come on Chef’s day off – but tell him after its arranged so he had to cancel all his plans for that day (which admittedly were largely focused on X-box and wanking but still…)
Then have the tuner not show up.
So, now, on a Sunday afternoon – I have a man tuning the piano we’re going to get rid of – and I.can’t.do.anything.
Then express surprise when i say we’ll be getting rid of it in the next six months, and say to me, ‘well maybe its not worth getting it tuned’.
here’s a word for the weary – c.o.m.m.u.n.i.c.a.t.i.o.n.