Her grand piano was our mother’s pride and joy – and of course it needed tuning regularly. This is the story of how that need ended in both my brother and I being given a very sore bottom.
I was too young to remember or appreciate it at the time, but mother told me later in life that when we were little boys, the piano tuner she used was a very nice young man but almost painfully shy, with a habit of blushing at the slightest thing which made him uncomfortable. Well, one day, my brother Michael and I made him extremely uncomfortable…