Pia-pia-piano

I didn't take my cards into the shopping centre. Being sensible, you see.

And then, as we were going back to the car, there was the sound of music. Real, live, somebody playing a piano, music. Of course I swerved to follow the sound, and there sat a man playing a leccy piano, surrounded by other leccy pianos. It seemed like a good opportunity to test them as input for the search for a second-hand piano (I'd love to have a real one but the climate and lack of piano-tuners along the Gironde make it impossible). I was perfectly safe, not having any means of paying for it.

So now I appear to be about to acquire a Yamaha P85, for which Sis#3 is mainly responsible because as I was cooing over the weighted keys and serious piano sound, she waved her credit card at the bloke and he took it. Now I owe her the 50% deposit.