I've been promising myself I'd learn some for at least 10 years, from time-to-time approaching this Italian teacher or that with a view to one-to-one lessons - I'm not very good at 'class' stuff, I told myself.
I have even made the acquaintance of a pleasant Italian gent who lives down the street who often stops to chat while I'm cleaning the coop and recently I tried to twist his arm into drumming some conversational Italian in my direction - nothing has yet transpired.
But Mrs Edinburgh has just decided to start Spanish classes (our daughter-in-law is from there - Catalunya actually) so that
a) she can converse a bit with our grand-daughter who is learning it at school in Dubai and
b) use it if we go to Spain on holiday, as in this year, where my smattering (picked up in the gutters of Nicaragua decades ago) is usually enough to get by.
Bull, rag, red etc...so that was enough, I've enrolled for Beginners' Italian in a local Adult Education Course starting end of the month, a couple of hours a week

It'a such a great-sounding language and no surprise it's so strongly connected with (classical) music. One instance really brought it home when arriving in Rome Ciampino, eventually catching the crowded metro into the city centre. In the crush with my head bent sideways I read what looked like an Italian warning above the door's window:
non appoggiarsi alle porte
Okay, 'non' I can guess, 'porte' is probably 'doors', it must mean Don't Lean on the Doors (I'm quick) then ah....
appoggiare....of course, in music an appoggiatura is a note to be 'leant' on; and so my education continued
Then, comparing our own parsimonious word 'lean' with the far more interesting
'A-pogg-i-ar-e' with its multiplicity of sounds, is when it dawned on me how much value it contained.
I know we host some Italian speakers, hands up anyone?