We found a flier in our mailbox the other day from a person looking for a car space, and since we A) have a car space and B) don’t need it, we called him up. Turns out it’s one of our neighbours and he popped round with his partner last night to pay a deposit. And guess what? It’s the piano man! We’ve been enjoying the sounds of jazz piano every weekend for nearly three years now, and I’ve always wanted to meet the musician responsible. Maybe he’ll let me phone in requests…