Cats and peoples alike have had a relatively quiet post-Easter chez O’Neill, although we (the peoples, not the cats) were guests at a wonderful gathering on Sunday evening which tipped over the line into Monday morning, and put a festive end to what had been a long and mildly stressful day, fighting with alarm clocks, performances, misprints in service sheets and the like.
Monday was a significant day in this household, as well as being a Bank Holiday, so I downed tools and headed out to sit by the river in Kingston before returning home and being ever so lazy, something I very much enjoyed. This morning, however, I am back at the writing desk, putting extra flourishes, phrasing, articulation and dynamics into my latest arrangement, which is now in its very final phases.
I have had a couple of rejections from competitions in the past few days, one of…
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