There's a particularly dim first soprano who regularly sings a couple of pages of the wrong piece of music in rehearsals before someone points it out to her. She also never actually sings during runs, just waggles her head about.
I am a second soprano. A superior breed.
Yes. The speed of FiL's demise has taken everybody by surprise. I think it was less than four weeks between diagnosis and death. He only had a few days at home, thanks to all the buggering about at the hospital. Still, at least he was there, with his family. And yes - for him, the speed was a good thing, just horrible for everyone left behind. So hard to believe he's not just going to walk up the path.
Anyway. Enough. Hoping to make it tomorrow night crepesters. DP has said he'd quite like to go back to the family, so if that's the case I'll have to source a babysitter. Who probably won't be able to come early enough for the early shift, which would make me MAD as I am simply DYING to see QQ's house.