About the only object of value that I took from my first marriage was my white piano.
It was purchased in Liverpool and was my pride and joy.
Within three weeks of its installation in our new front room, a dinky car sailed from the hand of my very young son no.2 and landed on the lid (unintentionally, I should add). The chip in the beautiful paintwork is there to this day.
It taught me an important lesson. Perfection is very fleeting. The piano is still precious, perfect or not but, even more so, the sons, daughters and all the family.
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