I had worked for more than three decades as a busy English teacher with an endless stream of papers to mark and precious little time to experiment or learn new skills. Now, I was determined to make up for all I had been missing.
So that June, I threw myself in head first. I forced myself to practise and to re-learn how to read music, reciting the same mnemonics (like All Cows Eat Grass) to remember my keys that I'd been taught as a schoolboy. It didn't come easily.
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