How to get a piano

September 7th, 2005

Reading over yesterday’s post, I realise that it sounds like I have no idea how I ended up with a piano. The sentence “I have no idea how this event has transpired” seems to play a major role in creating this impression. I wish to clarify that I do have some idea of how I ended up with a piano, but the suddenness of it all took me by surprise.

Here are the events leading up to me having a piano.

Event 1 was the delivery of a note through my parents’ door advertising piano lessons. The missus read it with fevered excitement since she has previously expressed an interest in playing the piano. She does have some trombone experience and obviously switching to piano would be a simple matter of learning where to blow.

Within the hour, lessons were booked.

Event 2 was after a few lessons and the music teacher used the phrases ‘are you sure you’ve not played the piano before?’ and ‘you should really have a piano at home to learn properly’ within 20 fatal minutes of each other.

Apparently this woman has no concept of money or headphone sockets.

Event 3 was when baby caught a cold. This seemed quite innocuous at the time.

Event 4 was on the way back from a shopping trip in Paisley where we had planned to look in a known piano shop’s window to ‘get an idea of prices’.

When we got to the shop, baby was fast asleep in the back of the car, so my missus went to see the prices by herself whilst I waited in the car with junior to save waking him up due to him needing rest thanks to the cold.

Married men everywhere will immediately see where this is going and be shaking their heads at my elemental mistake. I not only let my missus walk into a piano shop unsupervised to talk to a piano salesman, but I did so before any discussions about budget had been made.

And so, less than a week later, we were one piano better off. Let that be a lesson to you all.

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