Back to the mud, mud, glorious mud for our morning walks which lately have been often in deluging rain. But enjoyable all the same. I am constantly discovering new footpaths and more stiles for me to clamber over, anxiously watched by B.Wiggins. He waits until I am safely over before trotting on.
I went up to London on Friday. Grand daughter M kindly took me to a concert at the Festival Hall, a belated birthday present. I went via Clapham Junction and Waterloo, all so sadly changed. No music. I always used to feel like a character in Brief Encounter at Waterloo with its atmospheric orchestral accompaniment. The South Bank was a heaving mass of people and everything looked different. I stumbled along like a country bumpkin, and me, born and bred a Londoner! .But London town on a Friday night is no place for an eighty four year old. However it was OK once I met up with M and we had a lovely time and I enjoyed hearing and seeing the London Philharmonic Orchestra in all its glory and live.
The day before I had gone to see the film, Mr Turner in Brighton. It was brilliant and Timothy Spall gave a wonderful performance. It was a very long film and did not finish until half past eleven, so for two nights I was out and about till after midnight But on both occasions it was worth it.
Our splendid mobile library has just come and brought me four new books, all Booker prize shortlist ones. I seized upon them like a starving man, as the library van broke down and we had been deprived for a month. I am now well into The Children Act by Ian Mc Ewan. I have been struggling to read a biog of the present pope which is the choice for the new Book Group I have been asked to join. I hope that the next book chosen will be more my cup of tea.
The reason for the title of this blog is that this is one of the tunes we are singing in the Ditchling Village Choir at the moment and I can`t get it out of my head and I am humming it all day tunelessly under my breath. We ate doing a little concert at Christmas, and also the music group I play the cello in (very badly) is also doing a gig for the Old Folks Club in two weeks time and we are getting into such a stew about it you would think we were going to give a recital at the Wigmore Hall .I will be glad when it`s over.