Our eldest, having started school this time, is learning the recorder. Tonight Mummy was leading her through her recorder practice - a piece composed entirely of middle "B"s, quavers and crotchets. After Mummy had sung the rhythm to her, she said: "Mummy, that's not how it goes. Better go and get Daddy, he knows how to read the music!" Daddy ("B" GCSE music and theory Grade 1, but can play a bit) in bits on the floor. Mummy ("A" GCSE music, HND in brass band studies, has taught loads of people to play, conducted and trained junior and senior bands, etc, etc) - NOT impressed!!