Piano tuner scurryfunge

The piano was once the heart of the home. These days the television has mostly taken its place in the living room as the main form of family entertainment. Some say that piano tuning is a dying art.

So I think I can safely assume that I was the only one in the world who spent a Sunday afternoon dismantling parts of my piano in order to clear out the mass of hay and crushed food pellets which have slipped beneath the keys. I didn't think my piano tuner would be impressed that Mabel uses the higher notes as her seat when she eats from the bowl on top of the cage.

Not only do we have a piano, and a piano tuner, and a bunny who jumps on the keys many times each day, but we also happen to use a piano tuner whose wife is seriously allergic to rabbit fur! So this morning, before he arrived, I had to put Mabel and Dijon in the cage, move the cage away from the piano, and thoroughly vacuum the whole area. They spent a couple of hours turning the contents of their cage upside-down in protest, whilst he tuned the piano.

Needless to say, as soon as he'd finished and they were out again, they were extremely cross and set about creating extra mischief.