We are considering where to put the pianola when it finally comes home. It has never lived in this house, you see. I had a piano of my own. Actually, in our last house we had a boudoir grand piano which I liked very much but, although this house has fairly large rooms, they are almost square and we couldn’t find anywhere for it to go so, reluctantly, we sold it. I really missed having a piano, however, so after a while we bought an upright. There was just room for it in the room I’m in now, on the wall between the hatchway into the kitchen and the window. The pianola was in my mother’s house, where Al and Dilly now live, so when it went for repair I gave them mine and put a bookcase where it had stood.
The problem is, the pianola is slightly larger than the piano, and it won’t fit in that space and there isn’t anywhere else obviously available. I could make room in the drawing room, but I don’t want it there, both because it won’t look right and because I don’t want to burden the Sage with the sound of my piano practice. There’s plenty of room upstairs, but it’s extremely heavy and so, even if we could manage to get it up there, I’m not sure that the floors of this old house would stand it. There are two options, the hall or the dining room. In either event, there’s a piece of furniture in the only possible place.
It’s just as well that we’ve been given a couple of months warning of its return. We evidently need to do some rearranging of the furniture.