When I was in grade one, Mum decided it was time for me to get musical. So, despite having no natural inclination, she packed me off to Mrs Gregovich’s (AKA Mrs G, to those of us who had trouble grasping her exotic name) piano class.

The weekly lessons were conducted in a far-flung corner of my country primary school in a small stuffy room I suspect was actually the broom closet. In this room, I learnt to play classic numbers such as C,D,E and C,B,A, moving slowly on to more sophisticated pieces like one-handed ‘Chopsticks’.