Now that woodcarving and chisels season has come to an end, I have joined a choir.
I will lift up mine voice and sing Hosanna ! and selected highlights from Les Miserables, and what I lack in skill I shall make up for with unbridled enthusiasm, because bellowing is good for the soul and I can practice and hoover at the same time.
Some years ago we took the kids to listen to a choral rendition of Joseph and his Technicolour Dreamcoat.
It went on for a aeons, and every time it looked like it was over they took another deep breath and piped up again. It was Hammer House of Horror material...They were the Choir Who Would Not Stop....
Until Firstborn slid down his seat in utter despair, shook his fist at the ceiling and howled
'CURSE THEIR HEAVENLY SINGING'
Now that really was a showstopper !