In an almost English cottage, with an almost real fire burning and quite the most delightful guitarist, the girls and assorted parents sang their first carols of the season. The instrument of choice was the sliding penny whistle...
Back with the Southern Baptists the night before the coffee cup and harp had featured in a high octane, slick concert that might have overwhelmed us, if it hadn't been for a familiar face in the choir and its annual event status - we were late for the second year in a row thanks to a fab pre-concert Chinese.
