I came home from work the day before my birthday, Terrence was cleaning in the back of the apartment and I walked towards the front to stay out of his way. As I entered the living room I noticed my plant was moved, I turned around to where it usually sits and in its place was this cello (with a little red bow on it). I cried, and Terrence crept into the room to gauge my reaction. I hugged him super tight. Sometimes I wonder if Terrence reads through my life list to know what to do for me on special occasions… but its probably just his natural awesomeness and attention to detail.
Before you ask, no, I don’t know how to play it yet. I’m just good at looking like I do. We’re currently still trying to figure out how to tune the cello. I’m not sure if it’s the beast itself or the tuner. But every time either of us tries to tune the instrument, once one string is good and we move onto the next, the last string goes out of tune again. Hugely frustrating.
Maybe for Christmas Terrence will surprise me with an feeble old white man, equipped with a ruler to strike me when I make mistakes, and he’ll teach me to be great like Jacqueline du Pré. He’ll also have a little red bow, I hope.