Monday, 8 August 2011

Any Old Iron

I am DANCING. Look at MY YARD. Can you see the piano? CAN YOU?


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.


Rachel M. said...

I'd say that's progress!

sharon said...

Well that's scuppered any chance of a gritlet concert pianist in your future!