The girls got recorders for Christmas. They’re both downstairs abusing them now.
So far they have only learnt one note: that piercing one you get when you blow too hard with all holes uncovered.
Shriek! Shriek! Shriek-shriek-shriek!
Mike Oldfield this ain’t. I am approaching the point of despair.
A word from the wise: if your children ever come into posession of recorders, buy ear muffs or leave home.
I hate recorders and they are banned from within ear shot of me, they are having lessons at school and I grump about saying time in class could be spent better doing other things. Neil helpfully dug out a recorder from 30 years ago at his mum’s house. Great. Worse than cheap toy hoovers and that’s saying something.
LOL! Thanks for the laugh Linda! That’s the spirit.
Recorders… ah what a great creation!
Ah - Linda - toy hoovers. All those toys we gave the girls and never told them they could take batteries.