It was, to be honest, a complete coincidence. Nevertheless, some members of my Singing for Pleasure group believe I am possessed of Powers of Prescience.
Friday was the last of our Zooming for Pleasure sessions when anything up to twenty of us would gather virtually to sing the weekly song of choice. Those who did not wish to Zoom were not left out but were invited to sing along wherever
they were, be it in their living room, the garden or even their shower. Nobody would see them - unlike the Zoomers among us, who regularly show off their interesting wallpaper, kitchen cabinets or conservatories as background to our singing together.
None of us can quite remember when we started Zooming for Pleasure but I know it was before June 2020 as my Happiness Journal records that Jenny (who hosts the sessions from
her virtual “meeting room”) had displayed a Happy Birthday banner on my June 2020 birthday and all those present sang the traditional birthday theme tune to me. By my reckoning (I did gain an O Level in Mathematics despite a traumatic start to
my early schooldays where the third of the 3Rs was concerned) that means we have been meeting to sing in rather less than tuneful disharmony for more than fifteen months.
Varying broadband speeds make it virtually impossible for us to sing in harmony - but the resultant cacophony of sound has nevertheless been a source of joy and laughter every Friday morning. Next week we will be “back in the room” at the
Heene Community Centre, and we can’t wait to find out if we can actually sing in sweet harmony after all. I have even composed one of my famous / notorious songs for the occasion, to the tune of Wonderful Copenhagen. I am particularly proud of the fact
that I have been able to compose a verse incorporating the word “coronavirus”. That’s no mean feat, don’t you know?
Given the whole-hearted
delight at the fact that we will be singing together next week for the first time since the pesky pandemic put paid to such simple enjoyment back in March 2020, there is a tiny part of me that feels sad that we will no longer be Zooming every Friday morning.
In the strangest of ways, we seem to have grown very much closer as a group as we have sung together across the distance. It wasn’t really about the singing, when it came down to it, more about the sense of being connected for half an hour on a Friday
It was much the same last Christmas which could have been the saddest of days for me - Mr B very poorly in hospital, I Home Alone, cooking my solitary
festive meal of a single chicken breast, two roast potatoes and a handful of frozen peas. Thanks to Zoom, I was joined by all the family at one time or other over the Christmas holiday, and ate my dinner in splendid virtual company as we pulled Christmas crackers
and read out the customary dreadful cracker jokes.
The choice of our Friday song usually falls to me, given that I am the author of the weekly email and
I have always tried to come up with something topical. “Shall we sing “Thank you for the Music” I suggested in my latest missive, in recognition of the way our singing has kept us happily connected over so very many months. Most appropriate,
everyone appeared to agree…
Nobody could have foreseen that ABBA would choose that moment to announce their new venture, forty years after they last performed
together. Except - did I have some kind of advance knowledge, somebody felt they simply had to ask?
I would like to have tapped my nose mysteriously or suggested
that was mine to know and theirs to ponder upon - but you will be pleased to hear that I resisted the temptation.
Mr B will be so pleased that my Friday
morning Zoom sessions are to be no more - he has been forced to listen to my caterwauling for far too long and has never failed to comment on what he likes to call “that unholy racket.”
I am, of course, unrepentant. If the Friday Zooming for Pleasure sessions have given others as much pleasure as they have given me, then I’m a happy bunny. All I can say (predictably) is -
Thank you for the music!