Jack Vettriano Yesterday's Dreams

Jack Vettriano Yesterday's DreamsJack Vettriano Working the LoungeJack Vettriano words of Wisdom
might get caught.'
'He can't stop us. We're on a mission from Glod.'
'Right.'
The piano tottered onward through the puddles for a little while, and then asked itself:
'Buddy?''Anyway, we are on a mission from Glod.'
'Yup.'
Glod sat in his lodgings, watching the guitar.
It had stopped playing when Buddy had gone out, although if he put his ear close to the strings he was sure that they were still humming very gently.'Yup?''Why did I just say dat?''Say what?''About us being on a mission . . . you know . . . from Glod?''Weeell . . . the dwarf said to us, go and get the piano, and his name is Glod, so–''Yeah. Yeah. Right . . . but . . . he could've stopped us, I mean, dere's nothing special about some mission from some dwarf–''Maybe you were just a bit tired.''Maybe dat's it,' said the piano, gratefully.