...with carol-singing organised by a friend, who gets a group of us every year to sing in all the wards of a big hospital where she sits on the governing committee. I had been reluctant to go, as yesterday evening I felt tired but, given n an early night with an excellent audio-book (Dorothy L. Sayers' minor Lord Peter Wimsey stories - recommended), in the morning freshness it was suddenly fun. We went from ward to ward singing all the old favourites - Hark the herald, The first Nowell, shepherds and socks and Wenceslas and all....
Then a chatty lunch, and on to London for the annual Dinner of LOGS.
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