The Piano
G was due to arrive at 6.00pm straight from work to collect the piano. I checked with B that he would be around to help load it into the car.
"Help him take the piano?" he replied. "I'm not going to help him, I'm going to hinder him." I understood how he felt - I was very fond of that piano too.
Nevertheless, half an hour later it was safely in G's spacious boot. There still seemed to me to be plenty of room in there - it was too good an opportunity to miss. I looked round the house to see what other large items he might be able to take with him, and suggested he might like to have a look at J's bike. This was duly removed from the greenhouse and inspected. After G had put the chain back on, J went for a last (and approximately third ever on that particular bike) ride round the block. J did not seem unduly concerned that her purple Beach Babe bike was being taken away, although D was now looking warily at G as if he were some bizarre reversal of Father Christmas.
G's final task was to take the tropical fish with him. J clung grimly to a plastic bag half filled with tank water, as G gamely attempted to catch the thrashing fish with a tiny blue net. After fifteen minutes, his total was three Neon Tetras, one Tiger Barb, and one very large, very indignant Angelfish. He called it a day.
B and I watched him drive off with his haul, his suit covered in fluff from the back of the piano, his shirt covered in oil from J's bike, and bits of slime from the fish tank stuck in his hair. Somehow I felt that we'd had the easy end of the deal after all.
"Help him take the piano?" he replied. "I'm not going to help him, I'm going to hinder him." I understood how he felt - I was very fond of that piano too.
Nevertheless, half an hour later it was safely in G's spacious boot. There still seemed to me to be plenty of room in there - it was too good an opportunity to miss. I looked round the house to see what other large items he might be able to take with him, and suggested he might like to have a look at J's bike. This was duly removed from the greenhouse and inspected. After G had put the chain back on, J went for a last (and approximately third ever on that particular bike) ride round the block. J did not seem unduly concerned that her purple Beach Babe bike was being taken away, although D was now looking warily at G as if he were some bizarre reversal of Father Christmas.
G's final task was to take the tropical fish with him. J clung grimly to a plastic bag half filled with tank water, as G gamely attempted to catch the thrashing fish with a tiny blue net. After fifteen minutes, his total was three Neon Tetras, one Tiger Barb, and one very large, very indignant Angelfish. He called it a day.
B and I watched him drive off with his haul, his suit covered in fluff from the back of the piano, his shirt covered in oil from J's bike, and bits of slime from the fish tank stuck in his hair. Somehow I felt that we'd had the easy end of the deal after all.
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