Mr HM is listening to jazz in the music room. He is having a go on daughter's drum kit and my piano and playing along as best he can. He has no sense of either pitch or rhythm and I am sitting here going quietly spare. It is panful to listen to, and although I don't want to quell his enthusiasm or enjoyment, I am slowly going round the **** bend!!!!! Very difficult to ignore...

In a similar vein, one of my friends listens to her mp3 player when doing housework and is oblivious to the sounds she makes whilst "singing" along. She's not loud though so I find it endearing that she is not at all self-conscious about it.

Bit like Julia Roberts in the bath in "Pretty Woman".
Poor Sue, go out in the garden
Bev.