Neuroplasticity?

Stuck in a bed in a ward shared with a Christian gentlemen who had the only TV control, I was forced to listen to Songs of Praise every Sunday morning at 1130. This went on for two lots of four weeks. At home now, I listen to the program every week and become annoyed if I miss out!

I am, or was, tone deaf!

LATER

I notice acoustics in some cathedrals was so poor that it made the quality of singing no better than passing traffic.

LATER STILL

Ashamed of my churlish comments, I looked at the faces of the singers/ not a singly mumbler/ all striving their hardest to belt out the some songs at maximum volumes. Getting hundreds of people together to sing in difficult circumstances must be GOOD.

I may still be tone deaf but not completely lacking in sensitivity.

Angus