Harp

In the city for a meeting meant I got to see more crazy sights. I love the tarnished display of worn out instruments on the outside of the shop, though not as much as the beautiful harp centrepiece. When I was little I badly wanted to play the harp. There were various reasons, amongst them: angels play them (who doesn't want to be an angel when they grow up?);  they are the shape of a heart- (Isn't harp a half-rhyme of heart?- and girls love hearts) and not least, harp players always look beautiful (who doesn't want to be beautiful when they grow up?)

As it happens I have never plucked even one harp string in my whole life (so far). Its just a good job I've not quite grown up- there's still time yet...