When I was a little girl...a damn long time ago.
Christmas was the one and only time that we were allowed to have wine...well it was Port.
My dad said we could all have a 'damp' glass...this meant that the port was mixed with water......and it was served in liquer glasses...not much bigger than a thimble.
One year my dad was given a bottle of Cinzano Bianco...he thought that this was an innocuous drink and didn't bother to dilute it for us......it was vile.
So much so that I lifted the lid of the piano and poured mine into the workings of the instrument.
My mother could not understand why the piano sounded terrible and why some notes would not play......well, that is, until she looked under the lid.......it all became clear the sticky driok had got onto the strikers.......she never found out which one of us was responsible untill many many years later.
By then I was too big to be clouted and was faster on my feet than she was
