Let's party ...

I wrote a great long screed about the party we were at today - and Blip swallowed it, at past midnight, and I despaired and went to bed. Let's just say that it was lovely to see the people at church again - because I'd been feeling strangely out of everything despite having been home for almost a week. We came home after much chat, had a quick coffee, put on some glad rags - including a slubbed silk jacket in rainbow colours that Himself gave me back in the day of oversized jackets with shoulders, which I suddenly realised fitted me beautifully now that I was no longer a Size 10, which is what the jacket is. 

The party, in the Burgh Hall just across the road from our crescent, was a combined birthday/retirement/wedding anniversary celebration for a friend of ours with whom we've often sung - she was the soprano in our Advent Song recording which I've often referred to - and the guests, from all over central Scotland, included musicians, artists, a sculptor - and us. We had some crazy music-making (The Halleluia Chorus on kazoos, in parts) and more serious (Mozart's Ave Verum Corpus) - joyously sight read or familiar to the sopranos, altos, tenors and basses who made up half the guests.  There was ceilidh dancing and party pieces - and we talked till we were hoarse, sitting as we were with our former boss from Dunoon Grammar and his wife, as well as a tenor who was originally a colleague of mine in my first teaching post in Woodside Secondary in Glasgow - and that's going back some.

The collage shows a pretty poor selection of photos to give an idea of the afternoon. We finished the day with a walk in the pouring rain (came on just after we left the house) which gave us sight of the huge cruise ship Queen Anne just passing the West Bay under a perfect and glorious rainbow. I made pasta for dinner because it only took 15 minutes and we collapsed.

Enough already - I need a coffee.