So my singers came up trumps! They sang really well and everyone was delighted with the evening. Just a shame we got lost on the way to the reception, severely curtailing the time we could spend around the mulled wine stall and mince pie stand. Fingernail 1 was fading fast so we headed home. We're going to put something on at Easter then do the carol thing again next year. It's a real joy and they're a great bunch. If anyone ever reads this blog, you're heartily welcome; that is, if you can ever work out where it is we're doing it.
The latest production is going fine and quite a few people are requesting private sessions with me, so that helps the Christmas shopping bill. I can't believe we're starting the next production before the New Year (someone's a bit nervous about not having enough time, the usual problem), so the pressure is on us to be ready. Grief, as if there wasn't enough to worry about at the moment without losing a week at this juncture.
All those amusing little anecdotes one acquires over the course of the day seem to disappear into thin air by the time I get around to writing these posts. Oh well, can't argue with a tired brain, I suppose. Better get to bed and start collecting more things to forget tomorrow.