This evening, the Carol Service was held in the church and it was a bit – well, we made the best of things. I arrived and had a quick run through the carols I was playing on the organ – “Ah,” said Andy, “Could you play O Come All Ye Faithful in a different key? Um, A flat?” That’s four flats. I’d expected to play it in G. One sharp. The arrangement was quite different, to boot. I – oh, I winged it. I mean, JFDI, OK? But worse was to come, dear hearts. There should have been a bit of nifty switching around of instruments and the electronic organ, the proper organ, the guitar and the clarinet come together in various duetty combinations, but none of them was quite in tune with each other and in the event we did nearly everything as solos, one or the other of us. I was left with the more swingy numbers, plus Away in a Manger. Candles were lit whilst that was being sung and the next carol, which was Andy’s, was sung by candlelight – or, since I’d missed out on the candles, by the light of an iPhone candle app.
We spent last night with Weeza and family, which was absolutely lovely and a great treat. I couldn’t say anything about it last night of course, because the house was going to be empty, though a friend called in a few times, to feed and shut up the chickens and let them out again this morning. And talking about this morning, I was woken rather early, about 4 o’clock, by the rain and couldn’t sleep again. We’ve not had that much in comparison to the rest of the country so no grumbles at all.
The word ‘merry’ is such a splendid one, isn’t it? A pity it’s rarely used except in one particular context.
Merry Christmas, lovely internet friends. Thank you for another year and if you do, please carry on blogging. If you will, I will.