why we lift our voice
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pensnestMy visitors are All Gone. I had turlough for a week, "chalcopyrite for a long weekend, and ephemera for a short weekend.
Beast and I were scheduled to sing on Saturday, so we went into town early and left the other three to wander (into the awesome ceramics gallery, I think, and then Biddy's Tea Shop) while we headed to our warm-up room. Then into St Peter Mancroft Church for the chorus session. Last year there were six choirs in the Adult Choirs section, this year there were FIFTEEN, split into three sessions! The standard in our session was very good. We (mixed chorus) sang third, did an absolutely beautiful rendition of I will go Sailing No More, had a bit of turbulence in the key change section of Come Fly With Me, but finished strongly with You've Got a Friend In Me, which is sorta our theme song.
After receiving our certificates for participation—unlike last year, there was no judgment, just feedback, which on reflection I rather like—we went to find our three playmates and ended up swinging into a vegan falafels+such place which turned out to be very good. At least, their loaded fries were excellent!
Beast and I were singing again after lunch, rehearsing a number written for All The Choirs to sing on the steps of the Forum, which we duly did at 3pm. It seemed to go pretty well, although with the chorus divided geographically by parts, it was hard to tell if there was harmony or not, most of the time.
Anyway. Coffee time, and then to the Shoebox Project for their Hidden Streets walk. One family had brought a seven year old and a five year old, which goes to show they had not really researched the tour as there is a lot of Interesting information imparted verbally but not much to look at. However, our lovely guide handled the situation very well, and we learned a lot, including that the denizens of Norwich enjoy a good riot every century or so. Perhaps Trump can visit—we'll have another one!
Then dinner at the Belgian Monk. Where I was disappointed to find that their formerly extensive menu of foodstuffs, which included a whole page of vegan options and many, many vegetarian offerings, had been reduced to a single sheet. Grump. But the tartiflette was good enough to inspire me, I think, to try making them myself. Once Beast is feeling better, anyway. He has been suffering a bit with something that might be viral gastroenteritis, possibly.
On Sunday, it was of course the Yarn Festival. We had a very decent brunch together, then depositedephemera at the railway station and went off (sans Beast) to the East Anglia Yarn Festival. As usual, this is a Good Time. I was very restrained—it helped that vae gifted me a whole bunch of lovely plummy yarn as soon as she saw me (prearranged but I had forgotten) so I had a partially filled bag without even spending any money! Also, I took notes as I went round, and found that writing down the name and description of something luscious satisfied me enough that I didn't need to buy it right away. I had time to assess towards the end of the afternoon and bought, I'm sure, far fewer skeins than I might otherwise have done. And some very nice shawl pins.
We spent much of Monday at Felbrigg Hall, beginning with their extensive walled gardens and going through the house after lunch. The Chinese Bedroom and the Cabinet Room are the nicest, and the kitchens have a massive array of copper pans which are just lovely. It was chilly in the wind, but mostly sunny, and things do look so lovely in the sunshine. Beast was still not feeling quite the thing, though. :-(
Unsated,turlough and "chalcopyrite picked up more yarn-based items in the city's yarn shop on Tuesday, and also Art from the ceramics gallery. This pleased me—I have the happy feeling of spending money on Creative Work without having to spend it myself!
Anyway. Sable is just beginning to realise that only the correct humans are in the house this afternoon (the plasterer in the bathroom finished at lunchtime), but she will have to put up with the fitter again tomorrow and for three more weeks yet. Still, the sofa is restored to its usual spot, and she had her lunchtime snuggle again.
turlough for a week, "chalcopyrite for a long weekend, and ephemera for a short weekend. Beast and I were scheduled to sing on Saturday, so we went into town early and left the other three to wander (into the awesome ceramics gallery, I think, and then Biddy's Tea Shop) while we headed to our warm-up room. Then into St Peter Mancroft Church for the chorus session. Last year there were six choirs in the Adult Choirs section, this year there were FIFTEEN, split into three sessions! The standard in our session was very good. We (mixed chorus) sang third, did an absolutely beautiful rendition of I will go Sailing No More, had a bit of turbulence in the key change section of Come Fly With Me, but finished strongly with You've Got a Friend In Me, which is sorta our theme song.
After receiving our certificates for participation—unlike last year, there was no judgment, just feedback, which on reflection I rather like—we went to find our three playmates and ended up swinging into a vegan falafels+such place which turned out to be very good. At least, their loaded fries were excellent!
Beast and I were singing again after lunch, rehearsing a number written for All The Choirs to sing on the steps of the Forum, which we duly did at 3pm. It seemed to go pretty well, although with the chorus divided geographically by parts, it was hard to tell if there was harmony or not, most of the time.
Anyway. Coffee time, and then to the Shoebox Project for their Hidden Streets walk. One family had brought a seven year old and a five year old, which goes to show they had not really researched the tour as there is a lot of Interesting information imparted verbally but not much to look at. However, our lovely guide handled the situation very well, and we learned a lot, including that the denizens of Norwich enjoy a good riot every century or so. Perhaps Trump can visit—we'll have another one!
Then dinner at the Belgian Monk. Where I was disappointed to find that their formerly extensive menu of foodstuffs, which included a whole page of vegan options and many, many vegetarian offerings, had been reduced to a single sheet. Grump. But the tartiflette was good enough to inspire me, I think, to try making them myself. Once Beast is feeling better, anyway. He has been suffering a bit with something that might be viral gastroenteritis, possibly.
On Sunday, it was of course the Yarn Festival. We had a very decent brunch together, then deposited
ephemera at the railway station and went off (sans Beast) to the East Anglia Yarn Festival. As usual, this is a Good Time. I was very restrained—it helped that vae gifted me a whole bunch of lovely plummy yarn as soon as she saw me (prearranged but I had forgotten) so I had a partially filled bag without even spending any money! Also, I took notes as I went round, and found that writing down the name and description of something luscious satisfied me enough that I didn't need to buy it right away. I had time to assess towards the end of the afternoon and bought, I'm sure, far fewer skeins than I might otherwise have done. And some very nice shawl pins.We spent much of Monday at Felbrigg Hall, beginning with their extensive walled gardens and going through the house after lunch. The Chinese Bedroom and the Cabinet Room are the nicest, and the kitchens have a massive array of copper pans which are just lovely. It was chilly in the wind, but mostly sunny, and things do look so lovely in the sunshine. Beast was still not feeling quite the thing, though. :-(
Unsated,
turlough and "chalcopyrite picked up more yarn-based items in the city's yarn shop on Tuesday, and also Art from the ceramics gallery. This pleased me—I have the happy feeling of spending money on Creative Work without having to spend it myself!Anyway. Sable is just beginning to realise that only the correct humans are in the house this afternoon (the plasterer in the bathroom finished at lunchtime), but she will have to put up with the fitter again tomorrow and for three more weeks yet. Still, the sofa is restored to its usual spot, and she had her lunchtime snuggle again.
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