I changed my violin strings on the weekend. Part 2

 The Curmudgeon rang me rather late last night.

"Hi TC. I can't talk too long. I'm going to bed soon."

"I was just wondering about those strings. Are they settling down?"

"Well yes, they are, and they're sounding good. A little different from the golds but in a nice way. I shouldn't have left those golds on for so long."

"Are you still having to tune them a lot?"

"Yes, I check them quite a bit, but that will settle down soon. They certainly are nice and crisp and fun to play."

"Hey, that's really good to hear. I thought of you while I was opening a 2006 Misty Creek Taihape Pinot earlier this evening and couldn't get those strings out of my mind."

"Yes, that can happen. Especially after you've knocked back a couple of quick reds."

"I'm not pissed!"

"Calm down TC. I hope the new fireplace spade is working okay."

"It's not called a spade. The handle is too short for it to be a spade. It's called a shovel."

"Isn't that the same thing?"

"No. I suppose it may seem like that to you because you drink Cleanskin Chardonnay."

"Hey, you can't bring everything down to what wine you drink!"

"Oh."

"Anyway, I thought you rang to talk about violin strings.'

"Zzzzzzzzz."

"Oops, TC has fallen asleep again. Good night TC."

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Part 3 of 'I changed my violin strings on the weekend' is coming soon.