My plan was to have uploaded the video of the event I attended last night as a way of explaining why I might be a little tiny bit below par today.  (I should, should, have resisted going out for the fourth night in a row but Old School that I am, I never fail to turn up when I’ve accepted an invitation).

In case I haven’t managed that marathon technical task, it featured about 50 ladies from one of my choirs, at least 49 of them the worse for drink, singing and dancing along to an ABBA song in a restaurant, a belated Christmas celebration held sensibly when we all needed cheering up in January.  Talk about the hen night from heaven.  Luckily we knew all the words and could go on for hours.  I expect the owners will be begging us to go back next weekend …

So a quiet day today while I get my voice back and an opportunity to catch up on Netflix’s latest offering – ‘Tidying Up’, a subject which rivals list making (See last week’s blog) as my definition of a Good Time which can be had by all.  It stars the lovely Marie Kondo, a tiny, exquisite Japanese girl who looks as though she has just been taken out of a very beautifully wrapped box.  Nothing is permitted within a mile of her unless it ‘sparks joy’, a rule I should have incorporated into my life many years ago.  There is apparently something on You Tube where you can watch towels being folded.  Each to their own but Ms Kondo takes it to another level. Step aside ‘Game of Thrones’ and ‘Bake Off’ – this is without doubt the hit of 2019.  Get ahead of the hordes and watch it now.

I am also very busy watching all the BAFTA nominations and let me say that if you are pushed for time or feeling fragile don’t bother to watch ‘The Favourite’.  Very fine acting but not much of a plot unless you like watching people walk up and down long rooms.  Nice costumes.

As I left the restaurant yesterday and stepped/staggered into the cold night air the dulcet tones of ladies singing Leonard Cohen’s  ‘Hallelujah’ floated down the street. And that did spark joy.