A Piano Might Fall On Your Head,

My Daughter Is A Fantastic Travelling Companion - She's Totally Organised, Whereas I'm Hopeless.

She Frowned At Him. 'you Are In Love With Solitude.' 'is There A Better Cure For The World Than Solitude?

But All I Could Think Was In New York That Kid Would Have Been Stuck In A Straitjacket Practically From Birth And Dangled Over A Tank Full Of Educational Consultants And Remedial Experts All Snapping At His Ankles For The Next Twenty Years Arguing About His Special Needs And Getting Paid Plenty For It.

A Piano Might Fall On Your Head, He Said, But It Also Might Not. And In The Meantime You Never Know. Something Nice Might Happen.

After All This Time, I Know Exactly Where I Belong.