Some days you feel good about yourself and on others you end up wondering where you went wrong.
I had a funny five minutes watching an inspirational video of a nine-year-old boy who has just earned himself the equivalent of a university-level diploma in piano playing.
I’m yelling blue murder to get three minutes of actual practice out of my children, stretched out over 30 minutes of music-finding, grumbling, slamming of doors and general vileness, on any instrument.
Meanwhile here is this chap, playing beautifully and discussing what he does with elegant vocabulary.
It makes me realise now why my parents were so keen on me practising for more than three minutes a day.