Just now I have encountered the rudest person who has ever interrupted my bagpipe practice. She said her name was Queenie and that she was my neighbour. It seemed that she had nothing to say for a while, until she asked, "Can you play those things somewhere else?" I said nothing.
"...Every time you start up everyone says, 'Oh there goes that [blank] with his [blank] pipes.'" I was deeply shocked but still I said nothing. She went on to say, "It ruins our afternoons. I mean, it's OK what you're doing, I guess, but there's a reason why the piper's club is way up on Serpentine Ave where no one can hear them." She also threatened to call the noise control if I continued.
Needless to say, I was hurt by this encounter. Keeping in mind that this was the first time we had ever spoken to one another, I felt rather grumpy afterwards.
What am I to do? I was enjoying the freedom to play on my deck in the sun. I never play at 7:00 in the morning or late in the evenings. I am a musician trying to practice his instrument. It's my passion and it drives me more than almost anything else. Damn! I wish I lived in the highlands of Scotland.
I shall have to find somewhere else to practice...





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