Feeling massively sad about the piano being taken away only a day or so after Flash died. But the hire company simply don't care. They just want it back. Boy I worked hard on that piano, wrote songs on it and played and sang to Mother and Flash too. I explained all that and said I wanted to keep it and would pay for the hire of course. But they wouldn't allow that. It seems everything I want and need they don't want to let me have.
I realised that they hadn't believed a word I had said, about being doubly bereaved and changing bank accounts and various other circumstances and that they must have fairly laughed when I asked them for some leeway because my dog had died. I explained that I had inherited this situation which is unusual and difficult. It had been my Mum who had hired the piano for me to play. The situation had not been all my fault. I called the woman today and said, could I keep it until the end of the week, so I could finish recording some music on it. And she said,"You keep changing your story and I've had enough. I've fixed it with the solicitors and the removals men." And I realised that she hadn't believed a word I'd said all along and that she had told everyone so. It's hard to be thought a liar. There's nothing I can do about it but that's hard.
So I'm recording two songs tonight. Just so I can hear how it sounded, the tone of it. Either I'll just record audio or it will be videoed. A memento of a lovely piano.
Jesus it's hard doing this so soon after Flash's burial. I still get flashbacks to Mum's burial too. I hope I can get through tonight, the recording, the piano removal and being without it, the hole that it will leave behind, through all of tomorrow.
I realise too that I need a piano of my own, even just to avoid being put in this situation again. Maybe that's something to work towards.
