My faults
My faults Now I know I’m not perfect. People do keep complaining. My little buttons sometimes don’t work (and Mr Brian did get in such a tizz). Notes stick. Notes don’t work. Pipes start to sound like a farmyard There’s a little book on my shelf where those nice organ players write messages to Mr Gary and he spends ages trying to work out what they mean. But I did recently find a better use for his book - it’s just the right size to hold down one of my keys (A) while the orchestra tuned, and saved one of my players from getting finger cramp! Well the solution is obvious and as I keep telling you, it’s time that the long- promised work is carried out and, Yeah, next year that is going to happen Meanwhile Mr Gary says it’s pointless trying to keep fixing my faults, when work is going to be done so soon. He would much prefer to spend his time here on keeping my lovely pipes in tune, and save money for t...