Having daughters who can play Chopin, or having daughters who are willing to play Chopin. Both, I guess. Especially since I don't have a musical bone in my body, and, unlike Lady Catherine de Burgh, am pretty sure that, if I had ever learnt, I should still not be even remotely proficient.
Miss P #4 is working on this waltz at present. She doesn't have it up to speed yet, but then, next spring's music festival is a fair distance away. Did I ever mention that I love Chopin?
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