Ah well, to justify this being above the line:

When the Girl was 14 she decided to teach herself to play the piano. She'd tried violin when she was 10, and it was disastrous, she was worse after a year's teaching than when she started. Not a positive experience. Anyway, after that we didn't push it until she decided for herself.

One finger picking out tunes developed gradually into more adventurous stuff, eventually after a few months both hands playing. Then one evening, I was just outside the door of the room with the piano, when I heard this most remarkable noise. The Girl SINGING!

I'd left a booklet of 17th century ballads, with simple accompaniments included, by the piano. She'd picked this up, looking for something new to try, found "Fortune My Foe" easy and satisfying enough, and was carolling away at the ballad set to it: "The Tragickall History of Titus Andronicus", all 34 verses of human depravity.

She took up rock and bass guitar not long after.