Since I've rearranged the front room, the keyboard has been relegated to my bedroom, where, sadly, it is rarely played. Time and season I suppose. But any chance Ian gets to sit and pound on the keys, he takes it. This is part of the reason I hardly play: If he's awake, he will terrorize me until I get off the bench and let him take control.
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I can SO relate to the terrorizing you while you play. Lindsey STILL does that. Not because she wants to play but because she doesn't like it when I play. The music "annoys" her. So much for inviting the spirit through music. Or practicing for ward choir... :S
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