THE GHOST WHO PLAYS THE PIANO

Good evening Bloggets. A busy day again. It was great. This morning after getting rather depressed because someone in our house, saying no names was not going to college again, the prospect of an   intelligent person was throwing away a good education for laziness, tore at my heart. I ate breakfast with Hub and Olga and left the house. Sometimes the house is a trap of tortured, trauma, tearing tearful times, so thanks to Olga, escapism was possible.

We had a lovely time

We were to find a property in our town. Our friend Olga is coming over to the UK to have a holiday for three months next June, with her Son, daughter in law and Grand Son who is almost two.

So they need to rent an apartment.

We went to the tourist information and got a map to the place we needed to be. On the way there, we found some wonderful little streets where we have never visited before.

One of them we passed through had an old book shop. Olga was looking for a book, called something like “Five quarters of the orange.

The same author who wrote Chocolate. A movie/book I love.

Well, she came out of the shop, as we had waited for her on the narrow pavement. It was a nice day and was lovely to catch up on some air and meet with the aromas of the historical hideaway havens of the ancient city.

“Oh, Fiona, I love this book shop. It is wonderful. Such a shop! The man in there was really friendly and helpful. He had long grey hair and looked a real bookish kind of person. What an amazing shop!”

“Oh, great Olga, did you get the book you were looking for?

“No!”

O

K

Hahahahaha.

We went into a wonderful wool shop with all sorts of jumpers; the narrow knickknack cobbled alleyways lead us through to the streets where we found the apartment

Wow, it was a lovely place. Behind gates, which was a little like a jail, but secure                             

At least there were no razor wires in sight.

The lady who met with us showed us around the apartment. It was gorgeous. Clean very modern and huge. The balcony’s provided a perfect viewpoint.

Over the river.

Then she showed us another mid terrace. Oh my God. I felt sick with that house. It was a minute walk from the apartment and the difference was unreal. No gate people walking right past your living room window, but the living room, was the size of a large entrance hall.

I didn’t even walk up stairs. It was a mess. The house was blooming filthy. Old fashioned as they come.

A hovel of a place.

After house hunting, we walked down more streets of discovery. We found a fish & chip shop. We ate inside. They were the first chips I have had from a fish & chip shop that was really nice, in almost two years. We loved the chat and relaxed atmosphere we share together.

Hub is great; he just goes with the flow. I love being with him and with Olga’s brilliant eyesight, humour and knowledge, a lovely day had by all.

Another exciting day tomorrow, but as we passed the man playing classical music on his piano, just as you do, in the middle of the huge square, outside among the crowds of people, I thought, we do live in a rather interesting world. I also could not help but wonder, if suddenly it starts to rain, what does he do with his full sized piano? He reminded me of a ghost, who lived many years ago. He still plays his music, only now his house has been knocked down and replaced with a large open pedestrian pathway.

An yet he still remains.

With love.