Back from Tuesday choir. What would British choirs do at Christmas if John Rutter hadn’t been invented? You keep waiting for him to lose his way just a tiny bit and fall into pure romantic slush, but he always manages to steer clear of the precipice at the very last moment. I don’t think I’ve ever sung his Angels’ Carol before, and tonight we hit that magic moment when the choir stops singing notes and suddenly starts making music.

With the clocks going back at the weekend, it’s darker than ever in the evenings. After a particularly gruesome day at work again (see Bell Curve comments passim), it takes a real effort of will to trail out of the house and off to choir. Then it all comes together, and I float back home through the autumn leaves and chill night air with a head full of music.

And so to bed, a happy bunny again.

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