Saturday was a clear blue-skied crisp day, perfect for the couple who were getting married in Wherwell Church at lunchtime, and perfect for the choir too as we trotted down Church Street to our morning rehearsal for our evening concert.
The queues for mulled wine and mince pies did not diminish, and I had to stop talking to Mum and Dad during the interval as my voice was getting sore. Unfortunately a disco in a neighbouring field threw a heavy beat over the second half, but we struggled on, Dale sensibly not allowing it to interfere with his conducting.
We made some mistakes, we had fun dressing up (my reindeer nose hindering my music-reading somewhat) and the verdict was that this was our best performance yet. It was certainly a wonderful evening, thoroughly enjoyable and we felt we had done a good job! Then it was back to the Village Hall for some food, drink and thank yous.
It turned out to have been an arduous obligation for Max, waiting for and then tracking down his passenger (who had managed to lose his phone), and by the time we returned home from the choir party, Martin was snoring loudly on the kitchen bench.
However next morning we did see him for breakfast, and he also found someone who wanted to buy the grey Ford estate (at a knock-down price, but we need the space) so that has now disappeared from the driveway.
Mum and Dad left after breakfast and the choir met up again back at the church to sing at a wedding. It was much colder and the bride and all her bridesmaids turned up in shoulder-less dresses with no wraps or stoles... they must have been frozen!
Max was back at work on Sunday after having a day off to recover from a nasty cold (his boss sent him home), and tonight he is out meeting up with friends back from uni. I think he is hoping his father won't mind picking him up later!
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