The door bell rang. I thought it was Elsbeth arriving early.
It was Robert with his hands full.
He had driven to Woerden to pick up the 500 CDs. We couldn’t wait to open them.
Elsbeth arrived to help load the IKEA folding chairs into the car. We needed every single spare chair to cater to the sold out concert.
I cycled with Elsbeth to her house. It was a fine spring day with volcanic ash clouds threatening to darken the skies. I was glad to return to the Netherlands before the Icelandic volcano erupted.
Elsbeth had her August Forster grand piano tuned earlier. We moved it to the other side so that Robert would sit on my right. After we unloaded the chairs, we placed them to see how many we could fit. We needed to fit 65 people to be safe. But there were restricted views where you could either see me or Robert but not both. Who will be the lucky ones to sit there?
We were so engrossed in fitting the chairs in the room that we forgot about the car. When Robert and Elsbeth went upstairs, I spotted a traffic warden outside — ticketing Robert’s car. I called for Robert to come downstairs.
It was too late.
The warden gave him a 53 euro fine.
Robert got into the car and dashed off in anger.
“You did warn him several times,” I said to Elsbeth.
“It’s the third time this week someone got ticketed outside our house,” she said.
How many CDs do we need to sell to pay for it, I wonder.