"What are you doing, Bertie?" asked Angela.
"Playing the piano, young Angela." I replied.
"It doesn't sound very good." she said struggling to get her chubby legs up on the bench.
"Yes, well, I don't actually know how to play." I admitted.
"Then I can join you!" Angela said brightly. Angela was a pal of the first water, make no mistake. We began to bung out jolly noises on the ivories together.
"Angela! Bertie! What do you think you're doing?"
"Playing piano, Nanny." answered Angela dutifully. Honestly, what Nanny thought we were doing was beyond me. I mean, it's not as if one sits at a piano and does the laundry.