Chic Eleanor , stood me up yesterday
Well technically she did send me an apology by text but as I’d left my phone in Bluebell and forgot where I’d put it, things got all a bit complicated.
Suffice to say I had a KFC supper in a car park , lol
I had wondered if she’d bail, as when I went out with my family on Tuesday night she was there with the girls, and by the look of said girls who had all flopped in front of the restaurant open fire , lots and lots of Christmas Prosecco had been quaffed
“ Darling John” Eleanor called out flapping her pashmina over her shoulder and she hurried over to give me a big beautifully coiffured hug, much to the surprise of my family who had never seen me , deep in the clutches of such a stylish matron before.
Her resulting hangover had lasted over 24 hours
Off to work today, bucket of coffee and barabrith at the kitchen table
This poem was written by Hattie
It is about choirmaster Jamie ( and his 1940 RAF moustache)
It describes so well why I love choir and I’m so looking forward in returning in the new year
Jamie
Dashing moustache, a rainbow flash,
Flamingo stance - what a catch!
Spiralling here and there, flailing his arms,
Always a grin - it's part of his charms
He somehow herds us, there's never any fuss,
only grace and fun and the occasional SHUSHH!
Māori, Welsh, Ukrainian, Russian,
What's coming next? Oh yes - a concussion!
On rare occasions he grants our wish,
What a treat! we say, to sing in English
He works us so hard: Stand up! Sit down!
It's just like a workout! (it makes the men frown)
What fun we have all because of you,
Your dance moves and songs have us boogying too.
Altos, tenors, basses and sops,
We all think you're splendid, Yep, you're the tops!
A nod to absent friends in a moment of clarity,
They will always be part of our choir family.
You give us a safe space to feel what we feel,
Allowing us to mourn, but mainly, to heal.
We take within us this place you have built,
It’s a home you've created, One that will never wilt.
So here's to you our one and only chappy,
JAMIE, simply put - You make us HAPPY!
Hattie, with love, 2023©
Wow. That sums up exactly why I love my choir. A place to heal. Thank you. Athene
ReplyDeleteI feel the same
Delete"Deep in the clutches of such a stylish matron". Sigh... Stood up by Chic Eleanor? - lol, I'd have been distraught! I'm sure she'll make it up to you - sans hangover. Jamie with his handlebar mustache and nurse Hattie are quite the village characters; nice poem. x
ReplyDeleteNever mind me old son , you can dream x
DeleteI hope chic Eleanor's head is feeling better and you can have that date. That poem paints such a picture, I feel I know Jamie! No wonder you love choir, such lovely people. xx
ReplyDeleteYes they are , they reminded me of the bake off contestants
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You thought she'd forgotten because she was boozed up the night before, and instead you were the one who had did the forgetting. Ironic.
ReplyDelete"...much to the surprise of my family who had never seen me , deep in the clutches of such a stylish matron before."
That's funny. I wish someone had snapped a picture, of both you and Eleanor, and your stunned family. Oh, well, your description will do.
Lol yes Kirk , my family were quite astounded lol
DeleteWhat a dear poem.
ReplyDeleteWhat did we do before mobile phones? Oh, that's right. We got stood up. At least it was by a stylish woman in a pashmina -- with a hangover.
Xx indeed thanks my friend
DeleteOoh, hangovers are hard to deal with after a certain age, I feel for her. Long gone are the days when we could party till 2am and then be up and ready for work at 7am ... albeit with a banging headache.
ReplyDeleteLove the poem. ❤️
Yes
DeleteThe older we get the harder it is to cope with a hangover
Oh dear, hard to be chic with a hangover. Don't peak behind the curtain!
ReplyDeleteOr under the pashmina
DeleteNot so Chic after all! You were Jilted John.
ReplyDeleteAs for Hattie's poem - it's pretty good. I would give it a "B". It just needs a bit more polish to get some smoother rhymes in.
It won’t be for the first time YP LOL XX
DeleteThat's such a nice tribute to Jamie.
ReplyDeleteEven if she was massively drunk the night before, Shuggie Bain's mother always managed to look glamourous the next day. Just maybe not chic.
I think she’s allowed once a year
DeleteSing with all of your heart and soul, enjoy and embrace all that life brings.
ReplyDelete😮💨
DeleteHattie is a true poet. Something that is a natural gift and cannot be learned. Hope you and E can enjoy some time together in the future. Jackie
ReplyDeleteShe paints well and sings beautifully too
DeleteWe are all human and it seems Chic E has fallen from her pedestal (at least a tiny bit). Hattie writes well and her poetry about Jamie is outstanding.
ReplyDeleteOh dear, I think she’s allowed a hangover xx
DeleteWhat a sweet poem for Jamie! I wish I could join his choir! Poor Eleanor! Hope you have time to reschedule your date!
ReplyDeleteI return to the choir in January xx
DeleteWhat an absolutely marvelous poem to Choirmaster Jamie! And oh dear, brain cramps for Chic Eleanor, too bad it scuttled your date.
ReplyDeleteI’m glad Eleanor has enough chutzpah to to get pissed once in a while xx
DeleteWhat a perfectly lovely ode!
ReplyDeleteIsn’t it???
DeleteHattie wins major points for rhyming "Russian" and "concussion"! Too bad about your outing with Chic Eleanor but you've got to allow a girl her recovery time. :)
ReplyDeleteIt takes rest to make chic work
Deletehttps://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_DuB8qilWaU found this just now that all your commenters as well as you will enjoy.
ReplyDeleteThe singing was good , not sure about the dancing xx
DeleteShame you missed out on a Christmas get together with Chic Eleanor .... I'm sure she will make it up to you in the New Year John. Hattie has written a wonderful poem and paints a picture in words of Choirmaster Jamie. There are some very talented people out there. XXXX
ReplyDeleteI will pop around tomorrow with her gift
DeleteHattie's poem is great! I especially like:
ReplyDeleteYou give us a safe space to feel what we feel,
Allowing us to mourn, but mainly, to heal.
That bit caught me too, that’s what happened to me when I joined
DeleteWhat a wonderful poem Hattie wrote about Jamie! It should be framed and hung where it makes him happy to see it.
ReplyDeleteOuch! Sorry about Chic Eleanor's lingering hangover.
I keep my cell phone in my pocket or in my hand, learned when my in-laws were in poor health and lived next door.
I often cry at The Repair Shop, too, as those talented craftsmen and women fix beloved items so beautifully.
Hope your work shifts will be calm and bright.
Sorry for going on and on ... too much coffee!
Hugs!
Just what I need tonight,but I’m having a very large Bombay sapphire
DeleteThank you for sharing Hattie's warm, delightful, and evocative poem!
ReplyDeleteShe writes beautifully
DeleteCharming poem!
ReplyDeleteIsn’t it x
DeleteLovely poem by Hattie! I can see why you all really look forward to choir.
ReplyDeleteSo disappointing you didn’t have your Christmas evening with Eleanor. Hope she feels better soon and you can rearrange something.
MarisAna
I’m sure we will catch up very soon
DeleteI’ve come home after a particularly full on day at work , to see a debate who is the troll.
ReplyDeleteIm asking generally for the troll whoever they are to please stop, . It needs to stop
It has no value and no purpose
I’ve deleted the relevant posts
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DeleteLovely poem!
ReplyDeleteThank you for the mass choir vid. Very powerful!
ReplyDeleteSine Robertson - didn’t mean to be Anon!
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