Juliet’s singing fund-raiser

With the prospect of gloom overshadowing many people’s Christmas, I contacted over 50 people in my village, Ascott-under-Wychwood, with the idea of carol-singing from one end of the village to the other.  I had a core group of some 20 willing songsters and split them into groups of six, for eight different occasions, mostly in the evening and including two at Sunday lunchtime at the pub.  Some people sang on more than one occasion (I did all eight…).  It was a great joy to see people come to the door to welcome us.  Many joined in with the carols – all jolly ones – and especially rewarding was to see children brought to the door to witness carols for the first time, as well as the elderly who left their cosy front rooms and deep chairs.  People were tremendously generous and over the whole period we managed to collect a fabuous £570.00 which has gone to the Oxford University vaccine research department.  Bravo!

Needless to say I lost my voice, but it was worth it.

Juliet H

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Views from the Rear

Christmas is coming and yet I seem to be rotund
Time to be more serious about the stomach quite prof’und
If I haven’t got a clue how to slow the swelling ‘me’
If I cannot find a diet then my feet, I shall not see

I think I’ll blame my dog for the doubling of my size
We’re both fed up with the same old walks and it is no surprise
That we find all sorts of reasons for putting off the strolls
When you can stay at home by AGA-side devouring bacon rolls

And I am one of many that prayed the pubs kept serving
To cut my thirst for home-brewed ale with measures quite unnerving
And as for slimming recipes whose contents are so vital
All mine seem to have some chips embedded in their title

Yet Basso Profundo that I am, I need a resonance box
So why not keep it above the belt away from the Christmas socks
The financial stake in my sizeable paunch is significant and what’s more
It gives me somewhere safe and sound to rest my Messiah score

If I go thin, I’ll have to join the Fivers at the front
A depressing thought for a fulsome bass but maybe worth a punt
I then could reach some notes so high it would really stretch belief
To sound like a slightly nauseous thrush whose stomach needs relief

But these are just the ramblings of a singer most frustrated
That he cannot share his love of song – musically castrated
The fun, the joy, the shared intent, determination unbending
Who misses friends, the challenge, the tunes [but not Belshazzar’s ending!]

So, here’s to you all at this time of year, please keep your voices going
To know that we will sing again without the lockdown showing
It may be Bach, it might be Brahms, it even could be Mahler
[Let’s hope it isn’t Britten again whose rhythms are much harder]

But hark…….

New Year is coming and I seem to be much thinner
Time to keep the focus sharp on what I have for dinner
For I want to be in perfect shape to start the songs with vigour
It’s the only way I can focus on my voice and not my figure

Stay strong, stay safe, stay singing

Just saying…………………………….

chippingnortonjonnie

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