I was up at 6am …
YAWN.
Actually, the alarm went off at 6 and I got up round 6.15 so the fact that I managed to wash my hair, dress, dry my hair, makeup and leave home in 30 minutes is not to be considered a small feat. Well, at least I’m proud of it…
We have 2 services on a Sunday morning, one at 8 and one at 10. I was attending SO early because I was waving my arms at the choir this morning.
This is not an unusual occurrence, I do it most Thursday nights too. We have a jolly good time, there is quite a conglomeration of people who take part, with varying degrees of vocal gifting… We also have varying degrees of attention span as well, which give a whole new meaning to waving one’s arms at the choir. Sadly, said waving has been known to occur with the view to waking one or two choristers up, alerting to the need for rearranging their clothing to discreetly tuck away belly buttons and finally, this morning, to get the gentle swaying together back in time.
We have a long way to go … But we have a lot of fun on the way there!!!