Silvia Sanz Torre

If Silvia Sanz Torre was conducting my choir, I’d do out if my way to please her. That’s the sign of a charismatic choir master.

In my mind charisma and passion go side by side, you see it in the great divas such as Diana Damrau, who Command  the stage with a certain something, that if you could bottle it, it would send a rocket far into space. I saw her once in New York at The Met singing The Queen of the night aria and you could literally feel the audience stiffen in glee as she started her chorus.

Peter Ustinov had oodles of charisma in spades too but his passion used to lie with words and with stories as many actors do

Audrey Hepburn had a still charisma. The late Queen a strength behind the eyes. 

And I’m remembering The Red Faced Welsh Farmer here, who looked and sounded like an old pirate 

And whose charisma was funnelled under a beanie had and a battered red landrover.

Without a bulldog to wake me up, I slept in after night shift. The Welsh patiently wait their turn to go out and we’ve just returned from an afternoon walk and venture to the supermarket for treats.

It’s wet and cold and I’ve heated up chowder and garlic bread which I’m going to eat with a serving spoon. 

I’ve made garlic bread for me and a small mozzarella bun for the Welsh,  when cool they  will take their buns away to enjoy in a dark corner. 

Dogs adore cheese.