And still feeling OK. Though a bit cross with myself for having slept the entire morning away. N wanted a lie-in this morning, so I decided to switch off my alarm, and get up a bit later – I assumed he would come up with coffee at about 10am – but he didn’t, and I finally surfaced at 12.25pm. On the one hand, I suppose I must have needed the sleep, but on the other, I worry that I won’t sleep tonight – but we shall see.
It is a lovely day up here, and N and I have just had lunch in the garden, in the sun – the first time this year – and it was great, though I am not used to feeling that warm! We had a warm bacon and egg salad that he made, with croutons too – and it was delicious! The dogs sat next to us, dribbling and looking pleadingly at our plates.
Last night, at choir, was a bit better than last week. I had decided I was going to talk to James about the Stravinsky – but I’d forgotten he was away last night, and would be sending a dep. But when the programme for the concert was distributed, it turned out that he had decided to do only the third movement, rather than the whole thing – which is better, I suppose. We worked for an hour and a half on it last night, and it is still nowhere near concert-ready, but it is better than it was, I suppose. I still feel a bit mutinous about it, though – but the consensus in the alto section seems to be that dropping it down to only the third movement is a face-saving compromise for both sides, and we should leave it at that. And I suppose no-one but us is going to know when we cock it up, because it is pretty discordant anyway.