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strange_complexHmm - OK. I just Googled "bournville + carols + green" to find the starting time for the Christmas Eve lantern-lit carol event we've been going to for the last couple of years, only to find that my own journal is Google's number three hit for that query - above the parish church's official page which actually answered the question. Doesn't anyone else who goes blog the event?
Well, for anyone who finds themselves here as the result of a Google search: it starts at 6pm.
Today's been a pretty quiet day in the Goodman household, after last night's excitement. My Mum was apparently so hyped-up by it all when she went to bed, that she couldn't get to sleep for hours, but instead kept having the giggles over things which had happened at the party: one recorder player stopping and asking what on earth was going on when she found herself playing an unexpected (but perfectly correct) solo in the 'Amen' chorus; the piano-player making a swift and judicious change of key during at least two of the carols, and all the singers heaving a sigh of relief, as it had been far too low before; banter about whether the cracker-whistles were at 414 or 440 pitch (to which one joker replied, 'Both'); and the look on a whistle-player's face when she suddenly realised she was meant to have played her note in the Can-Can about 10 seconds ago.
We've been eating up left-overs, and watching a Channel 4 documentary (on Telewest's 'Teleport' service) about the Noble Whale of London Town - which basically concluded that the whale's death had probably been encouraged, if not actually caused as such, by a combination of changing climate and confusing man-made sound-signals. :-(
And now, I shall share pictures of domestic winter greenery which I also took yesterday with my digital camera:
My mantlepiece display. The stuff in the hearth is there all year round (unless there's an actual fire in it) - I've just added the spray on the top of the brick surround. Note the log my Dad made for me in the middle of the display.
Our Christmas tree, as decorated by me and my sister to the accompaniment of King's College Choir (on CD).
And, because the best bit of a Christmas tree is the lights, the same without flash:
(You'll have to imagine some kind of half-way house between the two for what the human eye actually sees - I don't have the necessary tripod, or indeed technical knowledge, to capture something more realistic.)
Well, for anyone who finds themselves here as the result of a Google search: it starts at 6pm.
Today's been a pretty quiet day in the Goodman household, after last night's excitement. My Mum was apparently so hyped-up by it all when she went to bed, that she couldn't get to sleep for hours, but instead kept having the giggles over things which had happened at the party: one recorder player stopping and asking what on earth was going on when she found herself playing an unexpected (but perfectly correct) solo in the 'Amen' chorus; the piano-player making a swift and judicious change of key during at least two of the carols, and all the singers heaving a sigh of relief, as it had been far too low before; banter about whether the cracker-whistles were at 414 or 440 pitch (to which one joker replied, 'Both'); and the look on a whistle-player's face when she suddenly realised she was meant to have played her note in the Can-Can about 10 seconds ago.
We've been eating up left-overs, and watching a Channel 4 documentary (on Telewest's 'Teleport' service) about the Noble Whale of London Town - which basically concluded that the whale's death had probably been encouraged, if not actually caused as such, by a combination of changing climate and confusing man-made sound-signals. :-(
And now, I shall share pictures of domestic winter greenery which I also took yesterday with my digital camera:
My mantlepiece display. The stuff in the hearth is there all year round (unless there's an actual fire in it) - I've just added the spray on the top of the brick surround. Note the log my Dad made for me in the middle of the display.
Our Christmas tree, as decorated by me and my sister to the accompaniment of King's College Choir (on CD).
And, because the best bit of a Christmas tree is the lights, the same without flash:
(You'll have to imagine some kind of half-way house between the two for what the human eye actually sees - I don't have the necessary tripod, or indeed technical knowledge, to capture something more realistic.)
