Tuesday is Piano Tuning Day. A little blue car comes beetling up my street, usually well past the agreed-upon time. I’m okay with that as it has always been so. In fact, I now make the appointment for early in the day, so that, with luck, the piano tuner will come in the afternoon. But he has his own inner clock that seems best not to disturb.
And a freshly tuned piano is such a joy to play.