Hallelujah!

I have finally pulled myself together and joined a choir! I had actually thought about it since I moved to London 1,5 years ago, but never got around to do it. So, I figured it was now or never. I've never had more spare time than now, and need to make some new friends. Also, it would be nice to do something with music again - it has been far too long without. So I sing in the choir of the Swedish church every Thursday evening (and once a month in Sunday mass). It is great fun to sing again, but my, has it been long. When was I last in a choir? 1997? In the USA? 12 years... No wonder it is tough! Reading music isn't the problem, it is finding the right notes (without having to tune in after someone else). And I, who always thought I was a first alto, was more than happy to sing second. Oh, those high notes did not make my throat happy! Maybe it is all the drinking over the past 12 years? A few more and I'll be singing with the baritones.

Anyway, today we had our first 'performance' of the year, singing in church. I wasn't doing too well, suffering from a pretty bad cold, but wanted to participate anyway. Forced poor Tim out of bed to come and listen, but I think he was pretty impressed. Or he was being very nice. One of the two. (And he was also very shocked over how 'catholic' a Swedish mass was. That's the Swedish lutherans for ya!)