I’m Baaaack…and so is the piano!
It has been a mental few weeks (months?!) in Barbados, and I am glad to say that we have finally come home for a few days to enjoy some much needed R & R. Since arriving home on Friday, we have been to-ing and fro-ing between London, Chichester and Croydon, and as I write this we are preparing for a jaunt up North to see our good friends Josh and Lyds who live in Manchester, then on to see Jenny and Tom in Sheffield, then up to Wetherby with even more marvellous chums for the wedding of the very fabulous Jo and Jonny…phew!
It has – and will be crazy hectic, but we are loving being back.
A few days before coming home, I rang my big brother Ed and asked if he would mind hosting a wee get together for Easter in his beautiful house in Chichester. A wee get together quickly snowballed into thirteen, and true to form, Ed and his fiance Mel put on a wonderful spread and did a spectacular job of looking after us. It was wonderful to be with the whole family again – everyone laughing, joking, shouting over each other, and all that good stuff that an old fashioned family reunion commands.
After dinner, my big sister Felicity (who I have written about before) asked Ed if he would mind her playing the piano, and for the next twenty minutes I was taken back to my childhood.
When I was growing up, I was spoiled rotten for music. My mum and dad are massively into brass, and from a very young age the slightest whiff of interest in anything relating to a treble or bass cleff lead to a trip to the music shop and instruments being hired. We were so lucky. So as I grew up and ran around our then massive house, the rooms echoed with Chopin and Rachmaninoff and Mozart and Strauss…and all really quite well. It turns out that my brother and sister were quite gifted when it came to the piano, or flute, or trombone, or whatever they turned their hands to, but the piano was the soundtrack of our house.
That, along with the raucous laughter and ever present squeals of agony as we fought with one another…but that’s for another blog.
And I genuinely lament when Flick moved out…the house fell a little quieter as our piano duo halved. Ed stoically carried the baton for a few more years, but the day that he packed his little Fiesta to move to Reading was the day the music died. Thad (my little brother) is an immense musician, but alas never took to the piano – and my biggest regret in life is giving up on the lessons that my mum and dad had organised for me all those years ago.
So, imagine my joy when Flick asked that question. Judging by the looks on my mum and dad’s faces, I think they couldn’t have asked for anything better this year for Easter.
As always, thanks for reading guys, and happy Easter 🙂
Aw, lovely read Ferg. Glad to hear you’re all so well and happy, love jo x