Easter is a joyful celebration of new life and at breakfast Lizzy was beaming sunny smiles even though her poor parents were groggy from lack of sleep. Lizzy's first visit to Granny Penny's Sheffield home was like a trip to the funfair with the travel cot providing all night entertainment. This is something I remember very well from the long nights in my sister-in-law's silent home trying to persuade the wide awake and very vocal Tom to sleep.
It was a treat to hear music in my home once more. Whether it is Chopin, jazz or chopsticks a piano is for playing. All the hours of practice over the years have given Rosy a precious skill and she now teaches from home and in schools as well as leading a singing group for the Altzheimer's Society. Lizzy pays careful attention to her lessons. She has a clever teacher.
She also has a taste for the recorder and has discovered that it toots when she eats it. She has a taste for printed matter, and reads the newspaper by licking it. She has chewed the occasional important letter.
So will she grow up to be a musician, a journalist or a secret agent? Watch this space....
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