Ooh dear, this is turning into a habit. I wake too early, the Sage wakes because I do, snuggles up and goes to sleep, and I lie there until it's getting-up time and then have a nice little nap anyway, putting me behindhand for the rest of the day.
It'll have to stop now though, I've got a busy week on.
Today, we went over to see Weeza. Well, first, I'd played the music in church. I received the hymns after I'd been down to the church yesterday to do the flowers, so couldn't be arsed to go back and practise - I mean, darlings, one can lose freshness so easily by over-practising, don't you think? The fact that I didn't actually know two of the hymns is neither here nor there. I bluff, I bluff, hear me.
*now trying to remember what the original was. I know what it's from, of course, but what the second (and fourth, in repeat) word is, I can't think. If I can by the time I finish, I shall mention it of course. As ever, CBATG.
Apart from repeatedly playing C sharp in one place in each verse, when the key was G, it was fine. I nearly had a small hiccup when, finishing the final verse of the final hymn with a flourish, I suddenly noticed another 'final final' verse on the next page. I noticed it in time not to miss it, fortunately.
Phil was doing a hundred mile bike ride today, the Norwich 100, which starts from the Cathedral, goes up through mid-Norfolk to Sheringham (buggering up the traffic in Cromer en route) and then returning by the coast road. He did it in just over 7 hours, about 6 1/2 without the compulsory lunchtime stop. Good job it wasn't yesterday, when it was boiling hot. He phoned from the Cathedral when he got back (only another 4 miles uphill to go, to be home) to suggest meeting at the pub for a Broadside. I took photos.