I am DANCING. Look at MY YARD. Can you see the piano? CAN YOU?
HAHAHAHA!
Two blokes with a van come down our back lane ringing a bell, singing Any Old Iron.
I sang along with them while I loaded up two beds, one tumble dryer, a drawing board and A PIANO.
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I'd say that's progress!
Well that's scuppered any chance of a gritlet concert pianist in your future!
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