There is nothing like singing to raise the spirits. So what better way to spend a Saturday afternoon than at a charity concert put on by two local choirs, including a Barber Shop Choir called the Worthingaires of which
our friend Roland is a member.
The concert was being held at the Salvation Army church in Crescent Road. I was certain I knew exactly where this was. I was wrong.
After wandering about for a bit studying street names in search of Crescent Road, I asked a gent driving one of those motorised disability scooters if he knew where the Salvation Army was. He became really quite excited, remembering some delicious,
cheap but nutritious lunches he had enjoyed there. "Follow me!" he commanded, setting off at a fair old pace, like Lewis Hamilton going for pole position in the Spanish Grand Prix, and leaving me to trot breathlessly in his wake.
On arrival at my destination, I managed to croak a wheezy thank you to my guide, then staggered inside and took a seat in the second row back, joining Avril, Jo and Bill all of whom, like me, had come to support Roland with our presence.
Avril and Jo had turned up early, before the church was open for visitors, so they had taken themselves off to the furniture shop round the corner where they made the hearts of the shop staff beat faster by giving the
totally erroneous impression that they had lots of money to spend on a sofa (Avril) and a dining table and chairs (Jo). Hopes were dashed when they moved on to look at the towels and decided (i) that they were too expensive and (ii) that the doors of the Sally
Army were doubtless now open for business. Off they went, leaving dashed expectations behind them.
The first half of the concert included many of my favourite songs so I was singing along happily and laughing
at the comic sketches. In no time at all it was the interval when we were graciously invited to partake of tea and cake. Bill declared that it would be most impolite not to accept such a kind invitation and My Stomach (of which, as regular readers well know)
I Am Always Thinking, was in full agreement so we all repaired to the cafe where members of the Community Spirit choir were demonstrating their versatility by serving behind the counter, pouring out cups of tea and slicing up a number of totally delicious
We didn't see Roland in the interval - even his wife, Shirley, hadn't the faintest idea where he was. But when the second half started, there he was with two companions, all dressed up in natty waistcoats
and armed with ukeleles. Presumably, I whispered to Avril, they had been busily stitching their multi-coloured waistcoats together while we were all stuffing ourselves, sorry, delicately sampling the lemon cake.
As we were taking our seats again, I noticed - observant person that I am - that the words of certain songs were being projected on a big screen. We were going to have a singalong, I told Bill. Yes, indeed we were, among the singalong songs being "You
Are My Sunshine", which I have sung, lullaby-fashion, to every one of my grandchildren when they were Babes In Arms. Along with "The Sun Has Got His Hat On" and other sunny melodies. Singing and sunshine, I have found, have a similar effect on one's feelings
of Wellbeing. It's a shame it can't be bottled and handed out at Farmers Markets or ordered on-line, free with every order.
Talking of sunshine, the concert concluded with that song made famous by Morecambe
and Wise "Bring Me Sunshine." Should we, perhaps, join in with the actions? I suggested to my companions. "Not with my knees!" Bill protested.
It was a most appropriate end to a thoroughly enjoyable afternoon
and I hope the event raised lots of money for the Nepal Disaster Fund. I went home on the bus, predictably singing (under my breath, you will be thankful to hear):
"Bring me sunshine, in your smile
Bring me laughter, all the while.
In this world where we live
There should be more happiness
the joy we can give
To each brand new bright tomorrow.
Make me happy through the years
Never bring me any tears
Let your arms be as warm
As the sun from up above
Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love!"
perfect song by which to live one's life, don't you think? And, what's more, the Rampaging Rascal and The Twinkles are coming. Mr B and I can, to be sure, look forward to a "brand new bright tomorrow." I just need to move everything even remotely breakable
out of harm's way....
Bring me fun, bring me sunshine, bring me love!