Tuna time

When it comes to music, some people have perfect pitch, some people have imperfect pitch. I personally have cricket pitch. (I may have said something like this before. When it comes to my memory I have cricket pitch as well.) Anyway, despite all this, I also have a piano. It's only recently come to Lalor, from Newcastle, and it sits in the corner. We seem to get on well enough, the piano and me and my cricket pitch. Occasionally I even go and throw a couple of overs at it.

But lately, in spite of my devastating infirmity, I have noticed the piano changing. It sits in the corner, glowering at me. Occasionally it stomps about. Lets out a loud harrumph when I'm looking in the other direction. Yes, it is true: my piano is quickly changing from being well-tempered to bad-tempered.

How to fix all this? Get in a tuna, of course. So that's what we've done. The tuna is coming in first thing tomorrow morning. I've told the tuna not to worry about the balls; if he has a bat, stumps and a bail it should be fine. So we'll see how that works out.