A rather beautiful spring day. Not hot, but warmish and sunny. I boarded a bus bound for a rehearsal in town. It was one of those small, whizzy looking buses, and was already nearly full. I took my seat next to a dapper looking older gentleman with white hair and a tweed jacket. "Here yer go … Continue reading Finding Mozart
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Fruit cake
And so it came to pass that the 'going to work on Thursdays' era came to an end. The last day dawned perfectly - cold, grey, sombre. The familiar route was travelled, the familiar stairs climbed, the familiar work completed. Her final contractual obligation, fulfilled. The distinctive tones of her boss could be heard somewhere in … Continue reading Fruit cake