Well, I haven’t done what I meant to do, which was marzipan the cake and clean and tidy upstairs, but I have finished shopping for presents, posted everything and been in to school THREE TIMES. I’ve written letters, signed cheques and wished various people well, including one who’s leaving us to move to Greece after Christmas.
Real news of the week is that, apparently, my pianola is ready. I can hardly believe it. I haven’t seen it for years. I have no idea how much all the repairs will have cost. As well as the pianola innards being renovated, it has been restrung and totally overhauled. I’ve left a message on the chap’s answerphone and hope he’ll get back to me – I’ll ring again in the morning, I’m hopeful of getting it home before Christmas now. Although I won’t get too anxious about it, I’ve waited long enough. Some furniture shifting will be required and it won’t be in the ideal place, but I can’t put it where I originally thought, in the annexe. I want it near me, I haven’t played the piano in years – it used to have a lovely sound and touch, I hope it’s as good – and I haven’t pedalled the pianola in decades. I can hardly wait now.