Miss Stein wasn't sorry to see the back of me, I think, and my parents didn't insist that I continue. In terms of Darwinian family dynamics, the piano-playing niche was already firmly occupied by my big brother. I've amused myself in the intervening decades, trying to do for the descant recorder what Ron Burgundy did for jazz flute, but it's been a rather lonely pursuit.
Anyway, I recently decided it was high time to bring those keyboard neurons out of retirement, and am now the proud owner of It's Never Too Late to Learn the Piano, with accompanying CD. I have already reacquainted myself with the treble clef, and my teacher has high hopes of bringing the notes below middle C into the equation in good time for Imbolc.
Next stop, Grade 1!