I've scared Carla off again, my playing
Has disturbed her peace of mind, though she says
It's fine, she doesn't hear it. But finding
A time when it's OK to play's a stress
If I can only play my uke when she's
Out, or playing her own music. She's just
Popped in for something and gone out. I guess
She must have noticed I've stopped now, and must
Realise she could have stayed in, but too fast
She's deprived herself of rest with stressing
Pret's been hard on her today, trying to mess
With her Edinburgh trip for a fest
Of Fringe comedy, but she's deciding
Rightly, to go no matter what Pret does
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