Be flattered

Sometimes a day takes an unexpected turn.

You call by a friend's house, 

to see if the plumber ever came, 

and find that you are

being allowed to compare the qualities

of three beautiful 'cellos,

through an impromptu rendering of a few bars of

the slow movement of

 Schubert's B flat Trio*. 

Her talented son was on hand to play the piano
before disappearing back to Cambridge.


It was a lovely evening interlude.

*(I offered to hum the violin part but they politely declined.)