Tonight (well, last night really, but that doesn't work), at a select gathering of the choir (some enchanted evening?), the MD gave us the bird - rather, we had to be owls this week. It was only last week we were urged to be cats ('she swallowed the cat to catch the bird ......'). I think it was for the 'ooo's though. For once the men had some tune and the rest were 'ooo'ing.

We also sang 'Swing Low Sweet Chariot' but we didn't have all the pages so we couldn't finish it because we had no 'home' to go to!

Medicals: Good luck to Abbe and we hope Steve is soon hobbling about.

Don't forget to practice in the bath until Aug 17th.