And we’re flagging a bit.  It’s a different feel this year: we’re about two thirds the choir we were last year in St Pauls.  The lower numbers give us a more focussed feel, and are actually appropriate for the smaller chapel.  But because of the lower numbers, we’re tackling a much easier programme of singing this year, with no music we’ve not sung before, and no major works.  And — thank goodness — very little Howells.
We have apparently been invited back to St Paul’s for a year in the future.  We’re in Hereford next year, which I’m looking forward to.  Durham and Salisbury feature.  We have tour dates set til 2010, and lots of suggestions to take us beyond that: we want to do Liverpool and Truro.

The car is returned to me.  But I think now the headlights have gone which meant I had to drive home on foglights last night. The manual has strictures on not trying to replace the headlights yourself.

My parents were here on Monday evening to hear the Chiropodist’s Anthem, How Beautiful Upon the Mountain Are the Feet (of them that bringeth glad tidings and publisheth peaceth.)