I went to a welsh primary school for a few years, in the north, where they are dedicated Welsh speakers. The head was a genuine welsh bard, so the singing at assembly had to be heard to be believed. When I moved to English schools I found their restrained attitude very peculiar. 30 odd years on, nothing much has changed. I go to weddings and sing with gusto to celebrate the joy of two friends getting married, and people turn round and stare at me.

Give you joy of your grandchildren.