My heart wants to sing every song it hears – again and again

Hand out the hankies, pass round the Strepils, order a Mivvi and rattle those Revels, The Sound of Music is on.

- Sue Wilkinson

Every time I watch Richard Rodgers and Oscar Hammerstein II's musical, I cry my eyes out, sing my heart out and consume ice cream and chocolates.

Once I heard Lonely Goatherd, Favourite Things and Do-Re-Me on BBC Radio 2's Junior Choice on a Saturday morning, I pestered my parents to take me to the pictures to see the film from which the songs came.

They did. I was seven and transfixed by the luscious, song-filled love story shown in glorious Technicolour at the Doncaster Gaumont.

The Sound of Music is about a novice nun, Maria, who is sent from the convent to be governess to the seven von Trapp children. She and their father fall in love. It is set in Austria during the rise of the Nazis.

Casablanca is the perfect film: The Sound of Music is the perfect musical film.

Of course, my adoration is steeped in the memories of being with my parents and two sisters in that hallowed place, a picture house.

It is more than that.