Poor Bruno - as soon as his mysterious Great Aunt Ilma arrives with her musical instrument, he finds himself signed up for crumhorn lessons. Bruno can think of nothing worse than playing this cumbersome mediaeval device, but no one asked him his opinion and somehow he didn't have the courage to protests. Still, if Bruna had refused to learn the stubborn instrument, then it wouldn't have been in his care on that slippery, soaking morning when the steep bus ride started it all. He would never have met the exotic, beetroot-juice-swilling Early Musicians and, most importantly, he would never have met Sybil. So perhaps, in its own canny way, that crumhorn turns out to be a blessing. Another very funny book from Ursula Dubosarsky.
