One of DW's aunts give us a pretty decent upright piano - apparently nobody wants one these days and you are actually doing the giver a favour by accepting one. Who'd have thunk that? Anyhow...

Dd is teaching herself to read music and play on that piano using the scores of old folk songs etc that the aunt also gave us. I have the musical aptitude of a potato so she must get it from her mother. She appears to find it absorbing and will just keep plugging away with surprising tenacity until she gets a song down pat. We haven't pushed lessons because I don't want to kill the Love. Having heard her learning I have to say that good music teachers must have the patience of an angel and a saint combined because it must be excruciating to their ears at times.

Last edited by madeinuk; 10/21/13 03:17 PM. Reason: Darned autospeller
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