In my lounge stands a piano, it originally belonged to my husband's father and became ours when he died several years ago. Since it has been in our possession, I have dusted, polished and paid for it to be tuned on a regular basis but rarely have I heard it played well. My youngest daughter, son and hubbie have all tinkled the ivories to some extent but it's never been truly played - until tonight that is.
A couple of hours ago my son brought a friend round to the house who I haven't met before. They'd both had a couple of beers so were in good humour, the lad said "can I have a go on your piano?" Yes of course I said, expecting to hear a bit of a tune similar to that of my familys' efforts.
I was surprised when he started to play it rather well. It was lovely to hear the old Johanna played properly for a change. My son picked up an acoustic guitar as well, so the dog and I were treated to a half hour impromptu concert before the two of them decided it was time to go back to the pub.
An unexpected treat, don't you think it's the little things like that help to make life sweet? it certainly gave me a lift 
