Music to our ears

Another glorious day, although it may betoken the end of the world. Lorraine and I up and off to Sussex University, to the Attenborough Centre to see some classical music from the Castalian Quartet. Sadly their number had been redu ced to three, but they played two trios and one two-person pieces instead, which were rather good. After the interval they were abetted by Hungarian pianist Daniel Lebhard for the Brahms Piano Quintet in F minor Op 34. All rather splendid, and it took us to a happy place. I knew none of the pieces they had played. The event was introduced by Andrew Comben, who turned the pages for the pianist, which I always think seems a stressful job. A highly appreciative audience.

We drove home afterwards, the day cloudless and gorgeous. In the afternoon Lorraine and I popped around next door to for tea and a slice of cake with our neighbours Philippa and Harvey. Their son Magnus able to walk about and say words a bit now.

Then after a spot of dinner, I went out to The Evening Star where I had a cheery evening with Glen, over briefly from Greece, and Richard and Steve, catching up on all the news and discussing everything from harmonica playing to shotguns. Drank a fair bit of beer there and simply walked home.

Chelsea lost a cup final today to Manchester City on penalties. At least it wasn't six nil like the last time they played them.