What’s the Story in Dalamory

Today’s excitement is the piano tuner arriving to tune said piano.  The tuning results in a not unpleasant sound – mainly because our tuner obviously has good hearing. In days of yore when I was but a young, winsome lass (as if….) we had a rather deaf gentleman who arrived regularly to thump on the keys constantly, driving everyone in the house mad. It probably drove half the street up the wall. I have never been able to make much sense of pitch and whether a piano is off key or whatever. Perhaps that explains my mediocre performance at the keys. In recent times I have not been playing or practicing much; I could make the excuse that the dog mithers me to play games with her instead, but in truth, I have found it more and more difficult. The notes seem to undergo some sort of transition as they are filtered through my brain and into my hands.

That is my excuse anyway.
Of course it could also be laziness.