Play it again, Pat
Oct 07, 2020
2 minutes
‘Not bad for an old girl who hasn’t had her ivories tinkled for a while,” said Max. “Why thank you,” I gushed.
“He means the piano,” said the MOTH (Man Of The House). “Not you!”
Max and Reg were big blokes. They carried the piano to our living room from a basement storage cage where it
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