evil choir of doooooom....
Whilst I do love Katharine very much, there is something spectacularly evil about making me get up to sing for 10am on a Saturday. I really do not approve. Still less do I approve of dear sweet innocent Katharine managing to somehow volunteer me for a solo...of which I get hmm...one rehearsal on the night we sing. Oh yes, the joy. I think this is another step in the campaign of "make Lizzi confident about things". Seriously grmphing. Although I guess the question is why did I not tell her to go away? Possibly cos I secretly am quite excited by the idea, though really quite amazingly terrified! Ah well, it shall all be ok. Mindless custard!