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More than thirty years ago I started to play a musical instrument. First an old recorder I inherited from an uncle. Then a jump to the other end of the woodwind scale where a bassoon kelp me busy for eight years burping and honking at the bass end of a selection of orchestras and bands before a tenor sax took me a few feet closer to the people who actually play the tunes. A number of dalliances with oboes, clarinets, a cortol (the instrument no-one has heard of) and a memorable year or two with a set of bagpipes gave me a good grounding in music, but it was all in the wind section, and all of them need other people to make music with.

Nipping out four or five nights a week for rehearsals isn't really an option these days so I needed to find a new instrument that I could play at home, and play on my own. So I bought a piano - actually a digital piano, which feels like a piano, sounds like a piano, and has a headphone socket so that the rest of the street doesn't have to hear me learning.

Hey - I can play more than one note at a time on this puppy!