And after all that it wasn’t really too bad. After several agitated texts from Mr M (whose credit was running out) ‘Little’ Miff and I managed to find where he’d hidden our Easter eggs. And Little got up for his Easter bunny hunt (now limited to the top landing on account of cat and dog) if not at crack of dawn, but before lunch at least.
Ms Miff arrived safely in New York to do her tourist college bit, and we expect her back later in the week before my birthday.
Churchwise – Much better than I’d thought. I was tickled to read in the visitors’ book this morning – ‘The heating is working again. Hallelujah!’ Hallelujah indeed! Thought I gather it didn’t do the organ much good; the latter having managed to accustom itself to the freezing temperatures we’ve all been suffering through during Lent.
Still it’s fixed; that’s the main thing. And long may it last. Just in time for Good Friday as well – rendering my rush to M and S’s thermal undies department unecessary. Still, I have my complete black ensemble now. I only ever wear black from head to toe for choir and as I’m only an occasional singer, this lot should last me for years. I enjoyed (in as much as one can enjoy) Faure’s Requiem -although as we returned our scores directly afterwards I do hope somebody though to remove the pencil markings before returning them to the library. If not, come next Easter, some poor person is going to be puzzling the theological significance of the instructions to do a ‘post-natal clench!’ at the high point of the Sanctus. (My interpretation of our conductor’s directions to we more inexperienced sopranos to prevent our ‘Hosannas’ sounding more like umpteen balloons deflating than a pean of praise to the Almighty.) It works, as well.
And talking of balloons, at the last count, there were still eleven helium balloons left over from Easter morning, nestling up in the church rafters. Rather pretty, I thought.