Happy Birthday Adrian!!!!

He's 22. OLD MAN! We all pitched in and got him a piano. A GREAT idea at the time, until we got around to trying to move the blasted thing. It's a beautiful 1920's mahogony steelframe piano from Berlin (complete with SNACK wrappers hidden in the back) and it weighs an absolute tonne. Plus it was in a storage container in Lusk, plus it was owned by (the nicest) and craziest woman this side of the Atlantic. She kept repeating herself. She kept repeating herself.

It took hours to move and it hurt....
But it's here now.
As you can clearly see, I was not much help. I did a bit of lifting but spent more time taking photo's, looking at my new shoes and examining the slug who crawled onto my purse at (relatively) breakneck speed.

Sarah - shit what if we have to move sometime soon, I'm not touching that thing again.
Paddy - It's Adrians problem now.

Happy Birthday Sucker!!!!
(xx)

(the highlight was finding these guys in the storage container...scary stuff)