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Dec. 10th, 2018 11:13 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
pensnestI had a weekend of singing and trudging.
Trudging first, as quite a lot of it happened first: I got a wodge of People's Vote leaflets which I'd promised to deliver, and spent a bit more than two hours on Saturday morning shoving them through letterboxes. And to the entirely too many people whose front doors have letterboxes with stiff brushes *and* inner flaps, I say this: I hate you all.
Harrumph.
My Beast and I finished most of the task on Sunday morning, and the last remaining few after lunch. It's… a bit depressing. When I was just shoving them through letterboxes I could indulge in the fantasy that it would make someone think. In person, not so much. I offered one guy a leaflet and he just said, Not interested. Out! And a woman insisted that she didn't do any of that political stuff, and when I tried to engage, said that They would never listen to Us anyway, would they…. eh.
Oh well, duty done.
Saturday evening we had a charity concert, which involved a lot of extra activity like taking a slow cooker for the maintaining of hot mulled wine, putting up risers, displaying posters and selling raffle tickets. We sang. Fine City Chorus—including my Beast, at his very first singout—sang. Kids danced, and other kids did a gymnastics display. And Mosaic, the new mixed chorus, also sang, our debut performance in front of People (well, we had a rehearsal, last month, so why the hell not?).
It went very well, and seems to have raised well over £750, possibly even closer to a grand, for BUILD, who provide opportunities and fun for people with disabilities.
Pretty good.
Trudging first, as quite a lot of it happened first: I got a wodge of People's Vote leaflets which I'd promised to deliver, and spent a bit more than two hours on Saturday morning shoving them through letterboxes. And to the entirely too many people whose front doors have letterboxes with stiff brushes *and* inner flaps, I say this: I hate you all.
Harrumph.
My Beast and I finished most of the task on Sunday morning, and the last remaining few after lunch. It's… a bit depressing. When I was just shoving them through letterboxes I could indulge in the fantasy that it would make someone think. In person, not so much. I offered one guy a leaflet and he just said, Not interested. Out! And a woman insisted that she didn't do any of that political stuff, and when I tried to engage, said that They would never listen to Us anyway, would they…. eh.
Oh well, duty done.
Saturday evening we had a charity concert, which involved a lot of extra activity like taking a slow cooker for the maintaining of hot mulled wine, putting up risers, displaying posters and selling raffle tickets. We sang. Fine City Chorus—including my Beast, at his very first singout—sang. Kids danced, and other kids did a gymnastics display. And Mosaic, the new mixed chorus, also sang, our debut performance in front of People (well, we had a rehearsal, last month, so why the hell not?).
It went very well, and seems to have raised well over £750, possibly even closer to a grand, for BUILD, who provide opportunities and fun for people with disabilities.
Pretty good.
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Date: 2018-12-10 11:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-11 08:54 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2018-12-11 09:57 pm (UTC)Congratulations to a successful charity concert! And to Beast for his first public performance!
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Date: 2018-12-13 07:48 am (UTC)Also also, thank you for your lovely card which arrived today! What pretty colors.
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Date: 2018-12-13 04:06 pm (UTC)And thank you for the card, it arrived yesterday. DRAGONS!!! How cool is that?
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Date: 2018-12-15 08:14 am (UTC)That charity concert sounds great. I hope Beast enjoyed his first singout.
Finally, thank you for the card and gift. It's the first one sitting under my tree.