Princess Diana's funeral cortege is parading outside a grand old house. I step to one side: I have priorities elsewhere - I am carrying parts of an unhewn cello that I am supposed to play in a concert. I have never played before but there is no other cellist around. Music emerges from different rooms inside the house. I look in at a group of primary school children using charcoal to draw an animated oboeist.
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