I walked past St John’s Curch Hall in Brittany Rd today, enroute to the quirky hardware/plant shop. It is the day that for nearly 10 years my singing group, The ParkinSongsters, have met every Monday afternoon for exercise, song, fun and the sheer enjoyment of singing with others. I miss this weekly event for it never fails to gladden me, whatever mood I’m in – and I admit I have a temperamental nature. But wouldn’t life be dull if we were all as predictable as Swiss trains? A metaphor that certainly doesn’t apply to our rail network, or perhaps our country in more recent times.
Moods aside, I have great admiration for members of the group. Against the odds they turn up as regularly as they can and sing whatever is thrown at them. Nobody cares about a few bum notes or rocky rhythm. Enjoyment is the name of the game. Soon may we return and fill the hall with decks of singing!
On my way back from buying little violas to grace my small patch of earth, I cut through Gensing Gardens, a pleasant swatch of green surprise off London Rd. This cluster of starry daisies and golden dandelions standing proudly on their grassy stage against a backdrop of sedate trees, hooked me in: a captive audience of one.
Everything is in harmony.
