Here is Honey practising her violin. She’s got her back turned to me because she is a bit GRUMPY about having to practise every morning. But then that is what comes from saying Oooh I want to take my Grade Five in, er three months. Daily practise. So the great day approached. Only three days before the exam, her violin disappeared from the corridor at school. Could not be found. Anywhere. The Head and I sadly assumed that someone must have, ahem, lifted it.
However I am not known as the southern version of Judy Murray for nothing. We borrowed a magnificent half size violin. She boned up on it. She took the exam. It seemed to go well. The next day, guess what. Her original violin turned up. Schools!