A musical interlude

This is my old harpsichord. Isn't it a monster? I hated it, and it wasn't played for about twelve years. I was glad to see the back of it. For me, it has very strong associations with how I felt when I lived in London. Thankfully both it and my old life are gone.
The piano lesson went very well yesterday. The lad is very capable and really enjoys playing. I don't even have to mention to him about practicing, as he spends most of his waking life at the keyboard. After the lesson I had a really lovely dinner with my friends.
I had an email yesterday from the mother of the girl I gave a lesson to last Tuesday. It seems that I was one of three teachers that she was trying out, and that they've opted for the first. Well good for them. They don't know quality when they see it.