When you are born to man who plays the snare drum and a woman who ALWAYS had the radio on and sang – you come into life surrounded by music.
To this day, the snare sound makes the hairs stand on end.
When said father is also a Scot…….hopeless.
I’ll leave a light on
Only for those who want it.
And this candle is now very dim. Sadly.
P.S. Dad taught me how to tighten the skin on his drum. A wonderful memory of being in the barracks with the band preparing for a performance. No sticky fingers allowed near brass!