I forgot to write about something really rather fabulous that the Major and I did last weekend.
As I mentioned in a previous post, I have joined a choir since arriving over here. Indirectly through this, we ended up spending last Saturday singing with prisoners and raising money in the process.
It's all through a brilliant charity called Arts in Prisons, which pretty much does what it says on the tin. They decided to have a singalong fundraiser, where anyone who could read music could come along for the afternoon, rehearse for a couple of hours and then warble joyfully under the expert guidance of Weston Noble, one of America's top conductors (in his 80s, but he's still got it). So we did. And it was wonderful. The men's choir - the East Hill Singers - were particularly wonderful, and really moving. A note in the programme quoted one of the inmates, who pointed out that when you're in prison and used to being told that basically you're a shit, to get applauded at a concert is completely life affirming. So we applauded them, loudly, and they applauded us. It was all rather jolly.