It seems to be quite well received now that I usually play the clarinet instead of the organ. In the winter, we use the meeting room adjoining the church to save heating the whole building and, when it’s Andy’s turn to play, he uses an electronic keyboard. I’m not at all fond of playing that so bring the clarinet instead. We moved back to the church last month, but the first time I played there was a modern hymn that really was not suited to the organ so I kept to the other instrument. And since then, I’ve been playing it by request. I’m aware of course that this says as much about my organ playing as my clarinetting, but the other advantage is that it’s pitched slightly lower and is easier to sing to – and in fact, the rich tone is a pleasure to sing to in any case, or so I’m told.
It’s not impossible that this might be the first day for five or six weeks when there will not be any rain. Very good timing if so, because it’s the day of the town’s street market. I should have gone really, the Sage did, but I wanted to do some gardening. He had lunch while he was there. I had a slice of dry bread and a glass of wine. I’m not sure that’s really quite the thing for Sunday lunch though. I wanted cheese, but someone seems to have eaten it all. Maybe I’ll go and cook something, I won’t last until dinnertime.