crazycrone

Yes, I managed to drag my atrophied, crackly vocal cords and dodgy ear across the street to choir practise, and survived. Singing is still a lovely physical pleasure, even when you suck. I like it when you can feel the resonance buzzing in 'the mask' and chest. Heh.
Too bad I didn't know the CCC was rehearsing nearby when they did the Spirituals section from CHILD OF OUR TIME, that must have been proper fun.
It was such a pleasant day, I hit the South Bank after my 'workout', and pootled around; had a little 'artist date' at the NT, where there's an interesting National Lampoon celebration of the Anniversary, with  lots of cool cartoons.