Choir

I missed joining the other members of the TCA at the pub yesterday after we tidied the hall.

I went home, fed the dogs and sat for a moment on the kitchen reading chair 

And woke up almost two hours later, with an ear ache and with dribble down my new summer shirt

It was a shame as my fellow villagers are a nice bunch. 

Instead I tidied the cottage, and did washing and cleaned the spaces now free of clutter. 

And suddenly missed Albert when I collected cat food in a carrier bag to give a neighbour who has a cat. 

Cats are always the supporting actors to a home, and seldom a lead. 

I missed seeing his shadow , flitting briefly in a doorway 

Or still on the bedroom window chair

I sipped my bucket of coffee this morning after making a chicken salad with noodles . 

It’s 6.20 am ish and I have fifteen minutes before I leave for work 

So its short blog written in a sunny dawn

I check my Filofax diary for the week ahead 

I’m working all day on the bank holiday and have agreed on overtime Wednesday afternoon…it’s my birthday on Thursday and on Friday I’m at the theatre with a friend oh and on Tuesday I finally return to choir.

It’s a lovely thought to be returning at last.

Singing stops sadness in its tracks 

In its tracks 

Hey ho