Well, the cat has mended and is back to his old tricks of shedding everywhere (doesn't he know it is winter?) School finishes this Friday and we are off to South Africa to visit DH's family. My PGCE student is leaving and I am getting a new one at the end of January. I will miss this one. She's gone from zero to sixty in a very short time and I am really proud of her. I would like to take just a little itty bit of credit for her progress, but I wouldn't want to take anything away from her accomplishment. School is good. I recruited another pupil so now our year 9 and 10 classes are full. This is great for a school like ours during a recession. I am getting at least two new pupils in my form in January, so this a bonus too. Glad to see the school healthier than ever.
My Christmas choir concert on Saturday was fab-really an all around Christmas experience as our audience reported by email and in the newspaper review. It was such a joy to sing Britten's A Ceremony of Carols again. It brought back such fond memories of singing it with Bruce Pullen, a former King's Singer from Cambridge, who was our conductor in the Vancouver Bach Children's Choir. I am so grateful that he came to Vancouver all those years ago. My life would have been so different if he had not. I think I underrate the influence singing in a choir has had on my life and how much it has contributed to my happiness. And this is totally self-indulgent. I hate listening to other people sing. I want to be the one singing! I love the camaraderie and intimacy singing in harmony induces.
It is time for bed and my arms are going numb from typing this on my iPad. Good night!
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