Sunday 19 December 2010

Sunday 4.


This evening we walked in to Church to sing at the carol service at 6.30. We got there at just before five, so as to get a good choir practice, at one point of which our Choirmistress called out to me "Michael you are singing TWO octaves below what you should be singing. It's impressive, but not what's on the score". I thought I was singing an octave lower than the score (which was set uncomfortably high for a natural basso profundo). Amended my ways, and got a "There, you see, you can do it" from our revered Choirmistress. Got nearly an hour's (much needed) practice in before having tea in church. Partly because of the weather conditions there were only twelve of us in the choir, but all went well, and I think we were in good voice (the congregation said so afterwards, anyway).
Stayed on for a glass of mulled wine and a mince pie, then walked home in company with a neighbour of ours, a fellow chorister who lives about three hundred yards beyond us further out of town. In fact we walked her to her home because she's having hip problems, and was a bit nervous of the icy pavements. At nine o'clock Ann realised that we hadn't had a hot meal today, so made a large bacon and mushroom ommelette (never could spell that word so it looked right!!), which we split between us. Bedtime now, so -Goodnight all.
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1 comment:

Crowbard said...

Omelet plain and simple in the good ol' US of A.(alt. Omlet)
Omelette in France and England.
Ommelet or Ommelette in Germany.
And probably Omwled in Welsh.
Ovae impugnans de fornax possibly in dog-Latin(cooked beaten-up eggs)

The word was popularized in literature from about 1780.

Pootatu says 'econit'... a quick glance in the mirror shows I don't have eggonit!