Phoenix

Today was a good day. Today was a great day. Today was a fabulous day. Seven and a half hours of singing, in one of the best choirs in the country. Who could want more? Well, probably a deaf man who played sport. Still, I've never met one.

This post is entitles "Phoenix" because that is the working name of the choir. It was "Cambridge and Peterborough Youth Choir" before I got in, but then the conductor resigned from CIMA (and I don't blame him - they are damn inefficient) and formed it as a seperate organisation. Hence the phoenix rising up out of the ashes and all that... Julian is a really inspiring choirmaster, even if I still adopt my "talking to adults sweetly" voice, as Karen noticed! 

I will post a full blog on the choir tomorrow, when the course is finished. For now I have lots of TV to catch up on! This was just to whet your appetites... x