The Pianist

There are many beautiful things in life, and I do admit that most of these are not likely to be found at St Pancras International Station, London. However, this bustling station is not devoid of beauty, and I found my own rare snippet on the way home from a master-class last night, as I paused my journey to listen and appreciate, despite my mother's grumbles. What I had stumbled upon was a scruffy looking man sitting at an old piano adorned with drawings and messages, playing out an unknown melody to a passing crowd who did not have time to listen. I managed to stop there for a while, and there is something somewhat magical about sharing a moment like that with a complete stranger. In that moment, the scruffy guy could be anyone he wanted to be - a famous pianist perhaps - and I enjoyed being part of that.

Speaking of 'famous' strangers, the class I was attending was with Jay Rayner, and I had a chance to speak to him at the end of 3 hours of very entertaining musings, tips and honesty. I was there because it was my main Christmas present from Laurie, and so I thought it would be interesting to mention him to Jay. Although he has not reviewed the restaurant Laurie works in, Jay was very impressed at everything Laurie had achieved - I must admit I relished the chance to boast about my brilliant brother, I enjoy being a proud sister. The class itself was fantastic: very entertaining and informative, so I learnt a great deal.

An exceptional Christmas present, so thank you to Laurie.