rivettingKateTaylor

Listen…. it’s quiet.

Gentle rain falling on the roof – so gentle you can almost hear the spring grass growing outside.

The birds are chirping outside (probably after all the worms) which means I am going to have feathers all through my living room in the next hour or so courtesy of a fantail-hungry cat (hate that – mice and rats yes, birds no!).

And the jug is almost boiling for my next coffee.

Today’s question isn’t “Why am I waxing lyrical this morning?” but why the hell did I teach my children the “diddle-er-d-d” tune we used to play as children. Not chop sticks but with similar annoyance factor.

Sarah can play it fast, slow, hands round the wrong way, back to front, upside down and staccato. Lachlan hasn’t quite mastered it, but tries to get it right – over and over and over and over.

As a parent paying copious amounts of money for my children to learn piano, I should be thrilled they are spending so much time tapping the ivories. But play another tune already!

Having said that, Sarah is learning the tune from William Tell and that’s not annoying. WARNING: sarcasm levels dangerously high.

Okay, rant over. I love them playing the piano really.

Memory share moment – I remember at a Young Farmers gathering once, in the early hours of the morning after a few beers (as you do), one of the guys whipping the lid up on the piano and doing a Jerry Lee Lewis impersonation. Awesome!