Sunday saw the first slight roughness at the back of my throat. So I have been feeling pretty unpleasant, and not inclined to do much. I have, however, been reading - The Falls, a Joyce Carol Oates. It grabbed me straight away. She has a way of trickling out the story which keeps me turning the pages. It didn't tug at my emotions quite as powerfully as "We were the Mulvaneys", but came pretty close.
I have also been watching the Channel Five programme about Vaughan Williams. I now begin to understand why I find his music so moving, and indeed, some of it, distressing. And also, some of it, incredibly uplifting. I have sung some. In 1967, I joined a choir which took part in the Leith Hill Music Festival. The main piece was Honneger's "King David" but there were some pieces by Vaughan Williams as well. I believe I can rightly say that I have sung for Ursula Vaughan Williams. That makes me feel proud.
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very funny that you should mention leif ragn jensen as he was the father of my father's friend and colleague and most importantly chess companion.
and you are knitting and i think blogging makes you more picky with what you knit and makes you want to be more adventurous.
and i love england. it is a big love of mine. the pottery, eastenders, crime stories, clothes, mulberry bags, rowan yarns and oh the language more than anything.
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