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Date: 04 May 2005 22:27:54
I answered the phone this afternoon to be asked - did I want to hear a short word from Michael Howard? Press 1 if 'Yes', 2 if 'No.' I blush to admit that I didn't hang around to hear what the other alternatives were before pressing the former. Shame there wasn't the facility to enable Michael Howard to hear a 'short word' from ME!
Either way, most of the canvassing we've experienced chez Miffy seems to have been directed at the female portion of the family. Well...to be exact, myself mostly. (Although Ms Miff has had a few missives directed her way as befits one who is voting for the first time tomorrow. ) Poor spouse is feeling most put out...and left out here.
So, we'll mosey on over to the church opposite at some point and do the needful. No excuses as it's literally a stone's throw from where we live.
Changing the subject - 'Joseph' time looms ever nearer. Wonderful moment at rehearsal. We were running through 'Pharoah's Song,' complete with actions. (I fear there'll be several black eyes amongst the chorus come the end of the run from overethusiastic arm waving in a confined space!). Anyway, we reach the end - when as Pharoah implores Joseph to interpret his dream for him, we're meant to raise our arms - moving gradually higher and higher as the song comes to a climax. It's only then that the musical director notices what she's not noticed before. The sight of 80 plus cast members, arms pointed heavenwards, certainly, but with palms quivering enthusiastically, looking for all the world like a gospel choir in full spate. Oops! It transpires that this WASN'T at all what was intended; she'd originally used the shaking months ago when we were learning the song in order to help with keeping time. And we'd all obediently followed suit every rehearsal since! I don't know! Move to a churchy setting and it makes me wonder how many ways of doing things are there not for any deep theological reason but simply because someone, somewhere once had a 'senior moment.' Picture the scene way back in Days of Old when Knights were bold etc... It's stiflingly hot and it's been a long service. White-haired, doddery old priest starts to pronounce The Blessing. And wouldn't you know! At the vital moment he becomes aware of the resident church spider zooming up his nightie and making a beeline (excuse the pun! ) for his armpit. Panic plus plus! UP goes his arm! Et voila. Enshrined in liturgical practice for evermore. At the risk of being struck by a thunderbolt, let's be thankful it was only his armpit Incy was making for!
Happy voting.