Well, I am now home after a grade 5 piano/aural lesson. After playing my grade five pieces and struggling through a page of echo singing (listening to a piece and then singing it, eeeek!), My teacher told me that in the exam a small section of a piece would be played, and I would have to describe things about it. She then proceeded to ask me if I knew all of my composers and periods of music; I have to say that most of my knowledge came from Mary Astor's dramatic outbursts of Rachmaninov in The Great Lie.
My sister, (who is eight, and her third favourite film is All About Eve) happens to be extremely hilarious, but right now she has pretty bad mouth ulcers so all she wanted to do was snuggle down with me and watch Kiss Me Kate for the zillionth time. Me being the understanding sister that I am, (plus the fact that I "lurve" Kiss Me Kate) replied something vaguely like "Of course dahling". So with us both sitting on the kitchen sofa, we watched one and a half hours of Anne Miller, Howard Keel, and Cole Porter Songs.