The Beauty of Drums

It's been one of those musically disastrous days. 

The music I played sounded like a cat was being strangled; the examiner clearly would have preferred to have had his hands over his ears and could do little else than look on in total bewilderment at this instrument rapidly turning into an instrument of torture.

I am cross with my violin.  I shall seek solace in playing my drums - they don't screech, are very forgiving and cause very little pain and embarrassment.