All the right notes...

It's been a long-held sense of disappointment in myself that I can't really play a musical instrument. Yeah, I've got the harmonica, but... y'know... When I was at primary school I played the ubiquitous recorder, but see I was good and moved up to treble recorder. Then in secondary I started to learn the flute - but fell out with the music teacher (I had no desire to join the 1st year orchestra; and on a family holiday to Newcastle a relative died and so I missed a class, and then the next class my fellow flautist told me the wrong time so I missed a second class in a row). I've not read music since.

I got a guitar once in the hope of teaching myself, but just didn't get into it. But that piano has been calling. And so I've asked Mel to teach me. Eep. My initial aim is to be able to play the Entertainer (though at the moment I'm playing abut a wood chick and an elf rolled in a rug). Bit of jazz. Bit of honky tonk.

20 minutes after the lesson Mel asked, "So are you going to keep it up...?" After one lesson!

Now, there's a mystery beep from somewhere around here that I've not been able to locate all night. I've taken to wearing headphones...