This afternoon, I treated myself to some music. Not just by switching on the radio, c.d. player or whatever. No: I decided to make my own. I played the piano.
Rusty, yes, but still it sparked the idea. I could still do it, despite scant attention of late to such things. Somehow, it brought me back to another time, another era: my pre school life.
From early childhood, I remember my mother playing. Her repertoire was dominated by a handful of tunes: ‘The Teddy Bears’ Picnic’, ‘Repaz Band’, and ‘Norwegian Cradle Song’. Hands up who’s heard of these! But, in my youth, they were as familiar to me as the top of the pops.
So, is it surprising that, as a youngster, I wanted to give music a go? After all, it was in the genes.
And today I demonstrated that, just like riding a bicycle, you never forget.