Yesterday I went to church and recce’d the choir. They’re not bad; they fell apart right where most choirs do in the Tallis motet “If ye love me”, but recombobulated on the fly and finished well. I’ll investigate further at rehearsal on Thursday. I surprised myself by singing competently in the congregation after not uttering a note for weeks. Such a relief.

Tosh the stairs guy has COVID, so I have at least one more day of lounging around and maybe unpacking a box. Not two. SIL No. 2 is performing in a story-telling show tonight, so I will attend along with the rest of the family to stiffen the crowd and clap loudly. SIL is very good; the others on the bill maybe not so much but we’ll see — and clap just as loudly.

Nephew Patrick (flute player) tells me that one of his favourite sessions is on this week, so it’s time to get out the mandolin and practise. Calluses don’t maintain themselves.