Dearest Bridget
Thank you so much for your post. You know the phrase and you used a little bit of it "It's not over til the fat lady sings". Well the lady tonight who sang opera was not fat. She was youngish, pretty and of course I hated her on sight:)
The only complaint both of us had (obviously only to each other) was that the sound system wasn't loud enough and the music did not "ring out??"
We came home very full up and hooked out a couple of cds. We are lucky that, although we live in a semi, we have a very large conservatory at the back of the house attached to no part of anybody else's home, and sticking out a long way into our quite large garden.
Maria Callas entertained us with everything from Mama Morte (sp?)through to the Habanera (sp?).
Then we got silly and played "Just Want to Dance the Night Away" by the Mavericks anyone else remember that one. It was always the last song played when we used to go to Gran Canaria every February for a quick week of sunshine after a winter of working too hard and feeling fed up.
We were not night birds even then. We used to go up to the apartment, sit on the balcony with a glass of wine and wait for that song. We were lucky we were far enough up not to be bothered by the music once we shut the patio doors but close enough to sit on the balcony and listen when we wanted to.
Great memories
Love from Gill xxx
