Singing in the shower.. and the car.. and the toilet.. and in bed... and the nursery...

I love to sing. I've always been one to belt out a tune whenever the mood takes me. Which is pretty much most of the time.

A friend and I sang Pink Cadillac (with microphones, very professional) at an assembly in primary school. I sang in the chorus in high school productions, and I even sang as part of a small group at my high school graduation assembly.

Yet recently I have come to question my singing ability.

My mum says I can sing, but I realise it's a mum's job to say such nice things. Hubby looks pained whenever I sing, and I think I've ruined many a good concert, road trip or other lovely moment with my vocal talent or lack thereof. Mr Magoo LOVES it when I sing to him, but to be fair he has virgin ears and wouldn't know a good singer from Kylie Minogue.

It is hard to tell because when I sing I hear the voice of an angel. I think I read once that when we hear ourselves talk or sing we are actually hearing the sound through the bones in our heads rather than through the air and into our ears (ie what everyone else hears). If that is true then perhaps they should use skull bones as the new you-beaut acoustic material, cos I think I sound frigging good through my skull bones. Instead of donating our bodies to science or the like, we could donate our skulls to the Burswood Dome. God knows it needs the help.

Will a lack of ability stop me from singing? Nup. Although poor Mr Magoo could well grow up with a very distorted understanding of pitch and range and other singing stuff.

And of course I do apologise to all those ears I hurt along the way.