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I went to St Patricks school in the early 1940s and used to walk past Ada Dyson's house every day. Outside was a shiny brass plate "Piano teacher". I thought that was too posh for my liking so when it snowed I chucked a snowball at her door. It shattered the glass. I ran off but shortly after was called up to the headmistresses office to be confronted by Ada herself. I owned up to my crime and agreed to pay for the repair to the glass out of my pocket money. I think it cost me 2/6 (two shillings and sixpence) Each Friday I knocked on her door and was invited inside to pay up. She wasn't at all posh but a really nice lady. I've always regretted not asking my Mum to arrange for me to have piano lessons. Sad I missed the opportunity to learn a skill which might have changed my life.