Sunday, 5 October 2014
I feel pretty...
Friday's choir rehearsal was extra tiring because I had a persistent cough.
Thought it was just my usual reaction to a huge draughty and dusty church.
Saturday morning taught me the error of my ways, sore throat, runny nose, sore eyes and such a pretty pink nose.
This morning I phoned the choir mistress to tell her I was hor's de combat and likely to be so for a while. All this in a gravelly voice which would have done justice to Louis Armstrong.
Glad to go back to bed I nevertheless felt somewhat aggrieved to be missing the Harvest Festival.
There is a particularly pleasing arrangement of all the donated 'goodies', and I have missed it. Not fair!
It happens around this time most years so I shouldn't be too surprised but it is very disappointing to attend all the run-up to the day and miss the main event.
From here on the musical part of the church escalates week by week, as extra services pile up and more and more demands are made on our time and vocal resources.
Luckily we have a lot of new members, and while we all go down with the lurgy at some stage, there are now enough people to cover all the gaps
I shall not attempt to return until all signs of infection have departed, it wouldn't be fair to the others, to say nothing of the affect it would have on my aged vocal chords.
From the good but quite small choir I joined in May 2010, we have grown to a huge 30 strong one with a very good sound when we are all present. This includes 10 mice (my name for the 8 to 12 year olds)
The bats have started to make the occasional sortie during rehearsals once more, so we must be doing something right.
Unfortunately the resident arachnids are also 'dropping' by to pay their respects. Uggh.
I'm rambling so will return to bed, there to sneeze in comfort..
Posted by Ray Barnes at 8:47:00 pm