Singing a version of the 23rd psalm at a freind's funeral, from the gallery in church. The congregation were not expecting it, and mine were not the only wet eyes. Of course, I can never sing it again without I sing it for her.

Being asked where I got a song from and telling that it was mine is pretty good too, although the first time, it was because a chap wanted to tell me how trite and nasty it was. The second time was you lot. Guess which one makes me feel best!

LTS