I'm going to Glyndebourne later today -- that's where an opera festival is held every year -- you go in evening dress and picnic on the grounds between acts of the opera. I've been a couple of times before, and it's always been sunny and warm. Today though it is pouring down with rain and chilly. I guess it'll be drizzling on my tiara.
This morning we woke up and found Mel's expensive bike had been stolen. You can't put anything outside the house on our street for fear of it being taken. A few months ago, I put a big fern outside the front door because I was trying to decide where to put it permanently and it was stolen.
Son runs out of money in Cambridge
My son Mikey went to Cambridge University for an open day for prospective students yesterday. I gave him money and assumed he had his debit card with him. Well, now he has run out of money there and can't even get a train ticket home.
Using the powers of Facebook, I have dug up the phone number of a friend in Cambridge who will hopefully be able to help.
Songs of Praise
Next week I am going to a BBC studio and taking part in the recording of a TV show. Our chorus is singing hymns with Alfie Boe, a popular tenor in the UK. He's in Les Miserables in the West End and will sing some songs from that show, and also sing hymns with us. Will tell you when it's broadcast so you can tune in.
The problem I have is memorizing the words to the hymns. It's so hard -- here's some of the stuff I'm supposed to remember. Impossible to learn...
O perfect redemption, the purchase of blood
to every believer the promise of God!
The vilest offender who truly believes
that moment from Jesus a pardon receives.