Another lovely concert last night, and the composer of the Horn Concerto played, Colin Matthews, was present and was called on to the stage to be applauded, and he looked very proud and pleased, as well he might be. A wonderful piece of work, beautifully performed. Weeza and I had a really good evening. I forgot to take our tickets and went to the box office to own up – of course, the chap could look them up and reprint them, but he jovially reprimanded me and I was duly humble – all in jest, of course. Once, years ago, I managed to throw away all my tickets to all the concerts and was able to get another set, so it wasn’t my daftest action.
I’m way behind in my letter-writing – it’s all this blogging that takes my time – and am going to write to Martina now. If only Seattle were not so far away – she is one of so many lovely people I’ve met here whom I’d love to meet.