RafflesTravels

It was another crazy Friday. The previous night T came home furious that at his piano accompaniment session for his Oboe exam, he was “rushed by the teacher” and that he may or may not have have dropped it. He complained that after this incident that may or may not have happened, when playing a certain key group, the sound was not coming out correctly.  Panic set in on whether this was possible in one day. T just expected that it would be sorted before the ABRSM exam - typical child! The next morning, without even phoning first, off I set on my trusty bike to Marylebone and the musical hire institution that is Howarth’s of London. After a pleasant ride through Hyde Park, my destination appeared: a posh street full of up-market independent shops. I chained up, took a deep breath and hoped that Howarth’s could work their magic. As I walked in, I explained the issue as best I could according to T’s brief version the night before. The gentleman behind the counter confidently ac...