Ukuleles for two

In our recent holiday, we attended a Ukulele jam in a Toronto pub, at the invitation of Barbara's cousin James who lives in Toronto. It was really great fun, so we decided to get some ukuleles for ourself back home. A few hours after buying them, we are full of good intentions to torture our neighbours with regular practice.

Once we reach a tolerable standard, who knows, we may go back to the Toronto sessions one day.

Being expert in these matters, Barbara informs me I've to have the mahogany one as it suits me better. I never challenge these types of judgments nowadays.