Tired but happy.
The singing event I didn't know I was doing this evening lasted longer than expected; it's amazing how the assembled golf club dignitaries, all in twinsets and regimental ties, behave just as badly as a bunch of pissed boaties... I will never forget the version of "The Twelve Days of Christmas" we did...
I was dumped in at the deep end with an unexpected solo in See, amid the winter's snow (which, in its D-C tessitura, suits my voice perfectly), and was heartened to receive praise from a chap who sings regularly at the Royal Opera House. It's nice when things like that happen.
But I'm back at 11:40pm, an hour later than I said I would be. I hope a morning apology will be sufficient.
I was dumped in at the deep end with an unexpected solo in See, amid the winter's snow (which, in its D-C tessitura, suits my voice perfectly), and was heartened to receive praise from a chap who sings regularly at the Royal Opera House. It's nice when things like that happen.
But I'm back at 11:40pm, an hour later than I said I would be. I hope a morning apology will be sufficient.