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poliphilo As Damian and his assistant were loading the remains of the piano- now partially dismembered- on the back of the van a chap with long hair (musicianly type- I wonder now if he was someone I should have recognised) drove past, stopped and came over to see what we were up to. I told him the lamentable story. "Pity," he said, "I'd have bought it off you." "Pity you didn't come by five minutes earlier," I replied.
Twenty years and more of not being able to shift the damn thing and just after we've rendered unsaleable we have someone come by who might have been a buyer. Ain't that just life! Thomas Hardy would have called it a "Satire of Circumstance" and worked it up into one of his awkard, cussed, indelible little pomes.....
By the way, Damian says he means to keep some of the fancy carved woodwork and repurpose it as a shelf.
Twenty years and more of not being able to shift the damn thing and just after we've rendered unsaleable we have someone come by who might have been a buyer. Ain't that just life! Thomas Hardy would have called it a "Satire of Circumstance" and worked it up into one of his awkard, cussed, indelible little pomes.....
By the way, Damian says he means to keep some of the fancy carved woodwork and repurpose it as a shelf.
