The Hatter & The Flapper

As a child I used to tinker at this untuned piano. Some keys played a shrill note, others produced a dull thud. It sits in one of the oldest rooms in the house at around four hundred years old. The room once belonged to a fishmonger, then ropemaker, followed by horologists and tailors. 

Returning to this rustic location as a child, my cousin helped scout the rooms for any potential sign of the Tokoloshe. When I left Mina and Martha in Lesotho, they instructed me to watch out for the Tokoloshe encase it followed me. In truth I wasn't that worried, as I knew how difficult it was to obtain a passport out of the country, let alone a visa. Plus, I was certain that flights weren't a Tokoloshe's preferred method of transport. I guess they prefer hitching rides on the back of lions or something. 

Describing this mythological creature to my Cousin, edging around the rooms behind me in her white ladybird socks pulled to her knees, she seemed worried. In a clash of accents it transpired that perhaps the Tokoloshe had snuck into my suitcase. Dammit, I knew I should have checked it again before I left.

My Cousin told me that at night the unstringed piano keys play a dull thud, sometimes the notes make a quite and distant tone. I knew how difficult it was to learn the piano, and I knew that the Tokoloshe wasn't a cleaver one - they haven't yet figured out how to scale single breeze blocks. 

Munching on little triangular slices of white bread layered with cucumber we discussed how to handle this situation. Clearly it was something much scarier than an African mythological creature. Perhaps it was Blackbeard - we were close to the coast. When we broke this issue with my Uncle, he listened intently. Instead of commissioning a Ghostbusters unit, he fetched a painting from the attic. He told us it was of my Aunt, and that it should distract any ghosts from musical ventures.  It must have worked, because we forgot about this room and continued our investigations for an old water well which connected the town in secret underground tunnels. 

Decades on, we haven't yet figured this one out. It is however, a great location to showcase the new range of headpieces - in the light of day. I adore these bands, perhaps for the classic simplicity, perhaps for the easy and straightforward application. Snooks the Hatters stocks a range in different colours and sizes, but for me, j'adore nior...