A beautiful interlude

In bed, and plotting the day when Lorraine heard that Delores had just discovered that her lodger had died overnight.  Lorraine nipped up the road to support her, and soon Kate and Andrew arrived too. It is heartening that there is so much kindness to be found in Seaford.  

I stayed at doing assorted house cleaning laundry etc. And when Lorraine got back we did some more sorting of the spare room. Dog tired again today. Rallied after a delicious soup Lorraine made. 

To St Michael's in Lewes this evening to see The Lewes Singers, directed and conducted by Nick Haughton, Robin's other half. Robin sings alto with the choir. As well as a fine choir, there was a chamber organist and a string quartet led by Julia Bishop. By some fluke Lorraine and I got to sit in the front pew, with Lorraine about a yard away from Julia Bishop, who led the performance of a barnstorming Winter from Vivaldi's Four Seasons. Nick an excellent conductor. I particularly loved their version of The Lamb, by John Taverner, based on the poem by William Blake. Robin sang the semi chorus during Verbum Caro Factum Est, by João Rodrigues Esteves, which I'd never heard. A fine alto voice. We congratulated to the pair of them afterwards. Felt rather cleansed and made happy by this music. I am a sucker for things that feel timeless at the moment.

Then home to boof onto the gold sofa, drink a glass of wine, and where we watched Death in Paradise, the newest Christmas special with lots of Santas being murdered in the Caribbean. Then match of the day. Chelsea a disappointing draw, but enjoyed Manchester Utd losing, and Tottenham being put to the sword and so on. Ultimately, I like it because it is meaningless. 

To bed.