Wednesday, 2 January 2008
The cornet box
As you can see, the cornet box that Himself was making over the last week is finally finished and looks wonderful. He has textured it so it doesn’t look new, spent ages fitting the upholstery – with polystyrene and foam padding – and used the fittings off the old box to fit onto the new, including the Boosey name tag which is now sitting proudly on top.
Altogether a job to be proud of. It looks so good that I suggested he should take up making boxes full time. This suggestion was not met with the enthusiasm I felt it deserved.
The other night the phone rang and a German voice asked to speak to Himself. It turned out to be the fellow that he sold the (last) cornet to.
I watched Himself’s face as he chatted and smiled, then silence. I heard the cornet being played down the phone. His old cornet. I smiled.
When the music stopped, Himself said to the German, ‘That was wonderful. So you’re pleased? Good.’ Pause. ‘No it hasn’t arrived yet.’ Pause. ‘I’ll let you know when it does.’
My hackles went up. ‘What hasn’t arrived yet?’ I said, when he put the phone down. I could sniff another cornet disaster.
Himself looked up, his mind evidently on jazz. ‘He’s sending me a tape, Pop. This fellow plays in seven different bands and he’s sending me a tape of his band playing.’ He grinned, looking aged about six. ‘The cornet’s just arrived, and he’s delighted.’
So while Himself might not have made any money on the deal, it looks like he’s made a new friend.