The Frog Chorus Disappointment

Meh.
World of meh.

Had cake this morning, provided by my Aunt Cynthia. And no, didn't bike - woke up late because the wind outside our open bedroom window was singing fierce love songs all night, and it woke me up at 1, 2, 4 and 6AM before finally leaving me alone till nearly 9.

By 9.30 we were on the road to a supermarket, and then a DIY store...
Gods, but there are times I think DIY stores were invented because Dementors were fictional...

Then went to see my Aunt and Uncle, and ate cake, dammit.

It was our final gig of the year with the choir tonight, and I opened my mouth to sing...and croaked.
Continued to croak pretty much through the whole concert, which sucked all kinds of ass.

Oh and note to self - don't drink a litre and a half of water before going to perform for two hours. Just...don't. Couldn't focus on the words or the tune for the last half of the service - not that it would have mattered, because I sounded like a soloist in the frog chorus, but still...

Tomorrow we leave for a place called Ty Newydd for Christmas. That kinda punched me in the side of the head after the performance tonight. Went and sat in the quiet of the chapel, and thought of Dad, and how he loved Christmas, and how, for instance, we knew he was in real trouble this time last year when he couldn't bring himself to be a part of it, and we went home about 5 o'clock cos he was exhausted. Hit me like a freight train in the quiet of the chapel.

And on we go to tomorrow.