EEEK Princess Ingrid!

[Kristinn Leifsson]

Friends and colleagues,



Ugh, I had a terrible experience just now.

I was called to tune a spinet, I don´t remember the name (Eavestaff, or 
something).

"As used by H.R.H.
Princess Ingrid
of
Sweden"

it said.  What a dog.

It had some billion single string unisons, or so it felt.
It was in a private school somewhere out in a lava field, and kids 
everywhere.

This almost beats the last Friday, where my fifth piano after a couple of 
concert tunings was an old Walters, the worst underdamper piano I´ve seen, 
although it was probably very good in its day.
That wasn´t the scandal. The scandal was that it was to be used as 
accompaniment for a choir, for a concert that the Icelandic president, none 
other, was to be attending.

"You know, this isn´t just some concert, my young man."
"Oh?"
"OOOH yes the president is going to be attending!"
"He is, is he?"
(Of course, I was thinking) "This piano is no more.  It has ceased to 
be.  It´s expired and gone to meet its maker .  This is a late piano.  It´s 
a stiff. Bereft of life, it rests in peace.  If you hadn´t kept it, it 
would be pushing up the daisies.  This is an ex-piano."

Well, that was stolen from Monty Python, I´m not that funny.

Oh, yes, anyway, my question;

"Are there many Princesses Ingridses out there?"  And what would a princess 
be doing with such, ... excrement?


Best regards,

Kristinn