Kind Sir,
Michael Harding’s engaging write-up (“The moment I assemble the flute, the cats dive off the sofa and claw the back door”, published on August 7th) fondly brought back a memory of a recommendation from my offspring regarding my musical inclinations.
I am fond of strumming the guitar and tend to add in a melody or two while doing so. My daughter, upon hearing this concoction of mine, put forth the idea that I should try my hand at the flute. Her reasoning took me by surprise when she explained, “You wouldn’t be able to sing while playing the flute”.
Best regards,
EAMONN DONNELLY,
Clonskeagh,
Dublin 14.