Dear Auntie Lowan,
I was minding my own business swimming in the ocean when I was hit on the head by a grand piano , which appeared to be pink although that could have been caused by the concussion.
I am writing this or strictly typing this in my bed at the Mount Sinai Hospital, my question is this :-
How can we survive in a world where we are attacked by pink grand pianos that only exist in a young maiden's dreams and who is going to pay my medical bills as I am not insured against dream pianos ?
Please advise and send on Blatham's 5 dollars, it'll help with the hospital expenses.
Yours Dolores Smallbottom aka HIAMA