Nearly lamped R Next Door this morning. Bitchy doodle coming up, unless I go to sleep first,
I managed to go to choir, anyway. The usual leader is ill, and we had a deputy who gave some amusing instructions to us 'low women' and 'ladychaps'. We do have a bizarre repertoire. We started on a Shoshone love song, which is actually rather pretty, with a juicy part for the 'low women'.
Crown replacement commences tomorrow. Gods help me.