The choir are back. We all have marvelous tans because once again, it has been another impeccable summer in Brighton (the sun always shines on the south coast.) Unfortunately we actually have been back for three weeks but it has taken me that long to get over the shock of having to get up on a Sunday morning again.
So two months have passed, the leaves are now falling off the trees, it’s 96 days and 16 hours until Christmas, and what has happened? Well we’ve all started saying ‘and with your spirit’ except me that is me, who kept inadvertently saying ‘and with thy spirit’ on Sunday. I have told the choir that anyone who gets a response wrong has to buy me a drink but sadly I owe them more than they owe me at the moment.
Just think, a year ago we were all heading up to London with our yellow bags resplendent on our backs, hoping to catch a glimpse of a rather important man in white who rides in a small white Mercedes with a strange roof.
I was rather fortunate to get a closer glimpse than I probably should have done