The choir arrived rentamob style at 11.20pm, which was fortunate because that's when the carols started. I've learned not to worry that no-one is coming, because they always do. No before and after photos of the benches, I'm afraid. Being Christmas we had all our new books in use too.
Fortunately, in the morning someone helpfully turned pages and pointed at the English setting, because I default to Sanctus and Agnus Dei when tired. An EF Freudian slap, methinks.
Then it was time to deposit the two sturdy singers at their house before returning to Castle Leutgeb mansion a few miles away where Mr and Mrs Leutgeb senior had laid the table and got the dinner sorted out, as is their want. It's just as well I have other things to do, beause the Christmas Dinner cooking thing is theirs.
Yes, there is a camel on the window sill behind my brother. He (the camel, clearly, )has til a week on Friday to get to the lounge.
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