Just after Christmas last year my community choir began practising songs for this year’s summer concert. My father-in-law had died in October of that year and, when alive, had sometimes threatened to come back and haunt me; usually when I was in a particularly argumentative … Continue reading I came; I sang; I conquered (sort of)
Like the vultures and hawks, whose attention was entirely caught by the falconer’s lure, at last weekend’s visit to The Hawk Conservancy, I’ve been successfully lured into watching Mortimer and Whitehouse: Gone Fishing on BBC2……and, after last night’s episode, I can definitely say I’ve willingly … Continue reading Mortimer and Whitehouse: Gone Fishing BBC2 – and How I became a racehorse that got nobbled.
I’m on a mission to visit a different attraction every weekend, somewhere reasonably close to my neck of the woods. So far we’ve ‘done’ the Weald and Downland Open Air Museum, the Harry Potter Studio Tour, Marwell Zoo and now The Hawk Conservancy Trust. The … Continue reading The Hawk Conservancy Trust
About four weeks ago I found out I passed my audition to sing a solo at my much bigger choir’s upcoming summer concert. Due to the health anxiety mentioned in my last post, the fact that I’d passed sort of went in one ear and … Continue reading It’s Going to be Me (and three others)
A week after my last blog post I received a letter in the post, inviting me to attend a routine mammogram at the end of April, just when lovely Spring was beginning, a couple of miles away in an Asda car park. Asda? Never before … Continue reading Spring Fever (and not in a good way)
(A British pub in the 1960's. Pete and Dud are seated at their favourite table. Two pints of beer are in front of them.) Alright Pete? Satisfactory Dud, satisfactory. What you been up to lately then? Well, I’ve been reading Dud; reading this here amazing … Continue reading Pete and Dud do my Book Review
A sense of choral duty compelled me to go along to a chorister’s house the other day to help make bunting. Choir No.2 (as opposed to the other one, where I’ve sentenced myself to singing a solo) also has an upcoming summer concert (where the … Continue reading When Making Bunting isn’t really about Making Bunting