This is rapidly turning into a weekly blog, which I must try and remedy.
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Mum and I went to see Hinterland at the Fairfax Studio on Saturday afternoon. Quite enjoyable with many barbs at the current administration, and some particularly funny business with the PM: "I didn't know he was so... vertically challenged" -- well, you had to be there to appreciate it. Tom Long's performance was altogether too mannered, but the woman playing his wife was fun.
Rehearsed and performed Mit Fried und Freud ich fahr dahin at St John's Southgate -- there were supposed to be four tenors, but George, who also did the solo, had obviously not been told, or chose to ignore/forget that he was to sing the choruses. Despite that, it went off well.
It was Tat's first time and, after the first chorus she sat on a spare chair as she wasn't feeling brilliant. Then, after Liz A finished the big alto aria and just as GmcD was preparing for his bit, one of the sopranos went down. Just fainted dead away (always wanted to say that). She was bundled out to a spare room and we continued, all a bit shaken. She was pregnant, but luckily didn't go face-down, rather sideways between two violinists. All was well after; there were three nurses in the congregation who tended to her.
Afterwards Tat (who was still feeling a bit less than fabulous) and I had a quick coffee at Southgate then I wandered over to the station to catch the train to Mum's. She's not bad, but mentioned that on Saturday evening she had had trouble reading, needing a magnifying glass as well as her glasses. She has arranged an appointment with an optometrist/oculist/optician this week. More news on this as it arrives.
B & P came for dinner on Sunday evening -- made a lamb rogan josh and a vegetable curry (cheated with both by using tins of sauces), both of which were delicious. As there was bugger-all on the telly, we had a nice evening listening to music and chatting.
As can be read on his blog, B went back to hospital yesterday for a "trim" -- let's hope now he can get back to normal life.
What to say?
Mum and I went to see Hinterland at the Fairfax Studio on Saturday afternoon. Quite enjoyable with many barbs at the current administration, and some particularly funny business with the PM: "I didn't know he was so... vertically challenged" -- well, you had to be there to appreciate it. Tom Long's performance was altogether too mannered, but the woman playing his wife was fun.
Rehearsed and performed Mit Fried und Freud ich fahr dahin at St John's Southgate -- there were supposed to be four tenors, but George, who also did the solo, had obviously not been told, or chose to ignore/forget that he was to sing the choruses. Despite that, it went off well.
It was Tat's first time and, after the first chorus she sat on a spare chair as she wasn't feeling brilliant. Then, after Liz A finished the big alto aria and just as GmcD was preparing for his bit, one of the sopranos went down. Just fainted dead away (always wanted to say that). She was bundled out to a spare room and we continued, all a bit shaken. She was pregnant, but luckily didn't go face-down, rather sideways between two violinists. All was well after; there were three nurses in the congregation who tended to her.
Afterwards Tat (who was still feeling a bit less than fabulous) and I had a quick coffee at Southgate then I wandered over to the station to catch the train to Mum's. She's not bad, but mentioned that on Saturday evening she had had trouble reading, needing a magnifying glass as well as her glasses. She has arranged an appointment with an optometrist/oculist/optician this week. More news on this as it arrives.
B & P came for dinner on Sunday evening -- made a lamb rogan josh and a vegetable curry (cheated with both by using tins of sauces), both of which were delicious. As there was bugger-all on the telly, we had a nice evening listening to music and chatting.
As can be read on his blog, B went back to hospital yesterday for a "trim" -- let's hope now he can get back to normal life.
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