Once I had a saxaphone. I spent a year or so learning how to play it and became fairly proficient (well, sort of) at playing 'summertime'. I fell into hard times and sold it to a friend. I don't think I have ever forgiven myself. I carry the guilt round with me to this day, and still go through the 'what ifs' so often felt by bereaved people. - That was twenty years ago - 'what if...' etc.

Catrin