crammed into our conservatory
The choir of King’s College Cambridge are singing away in the background. They are all crammed into our conservatory. It’s a professional performance despite the fact that there isn’t really room for them all to fit in. I hear Gloria in excelsis Deo. Religion has provided us with some wonderful music over the centuries. Time was when the church was the only outlet for creativity, be it painting or music. Contemporary carols are rubbish. In my view. If you are a Christian you will no doubt defend the genre out of loyalty to your religion but in reality they suck. So much so that you never hear them sung. Maybe there aren’t even any?
I’ve only got nineteen days left of writing this diary for 2016. After that it gets turned into a book. I’m not sure what I will do with the time after 31st December. I’ve grown so use to devoting the time to it. Reality is I need to start getting off my backside and being more active. Right now I’m sat on one of the sofas next to the fire. Not good enough really although Christmas is a time where people sit around a lot just eating and drinking. We aren’t quite there yet though. Twirly.
There is something that needs doing before the book can be compiled. The app I’ve identified needs a more recent version of php to work with. This means moving server. Hassle. Will have to decide what to do over the Christmas break. Might look at alternative apps.
The fire is a great companion. Who needs a TV when you can stare into the living flames. I think of the logs. Their purpose in life to grow and be slowly consumed by fire. Who’d be a tree? Anne is in the house somewhere. I haven’t seen her since she came back at lunchtime. That was two hours ago. Ours is a good sized house.
The choir has moved out to be replaced by a different one singing Handel’s Messiah. HWV 56. Was looking for the Huddersfield Chorale version but Spotify brings up some anonymous outfit. It is fine. We always had the Messiah playing at home at Christmas when we were kids. It is part of the Davies culture.
It’s a bit of a contrast being sat here in our front room listening to Handel compared with the intensive two days in London. You can only sustain that level of activity in short bursts. The house remains quiet this week but will begin to fill up come Saturday when Joe returns from Newcastle.
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We have a tree. A 7 footer purchaysed from Fillingham. It’s erection in place in the tree stand was a piece of cake and it now awaits decoration from an expert. I don’t consider myself qualified in such arts. I’ve done my bit. I can now sit back and relax until it’s time to cook the Christmas Dinner.
I will have to get involved in putting up the lights and there needs to be an extension socket in place to cope with the number of illuminations that hopefully stiff work. That is of course skilled work and a task I accept responsibility for. My degree in Electronic Engineering qualifies me for this.
We are also converging on the menus for the Christmas period. Still needs some work but it’s fore rib of beef on Christmas day and gammon on Boxing Day. The beef has been ordered from Fosters. 3 ribs worth. 4 is overkill I think and 3 will be expensive enough. There is at least one day where we have a takeaway curry. Yay. I’m still looking for a curry buddy for tomorrow night after the Wright Vigar drinks.
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