For the past ten days or so, there's been a piano on the pavement outside our neighbour's house. On the first day, it sounded okay, but by this morning all the keys, bar five, were frozen. Still it does raise the standard of the pavement garbage in our neighbourhood somewhat. Usually it's old TVs and the like.
I imagine it must have belonged to M___, who used to live next door, but now has senile dementia and has moved in with her daughter. There's a band that lives across the road. I don't know why they didn't take it. Maybe they broke up. It's been a while since I've seen them packing their van up for a gig.