This morning I joined Clare singing at the Eucharist in St Catherine's choir. We sped home afterwards for an early lunch before returning for a choir Carol Service rehearsal at two thirty. I was only able to stay for forty five minutes before driving over to St German's to conduct their Carol Service, with music recorded put on my phone and played through the church's Bluetooth speaker. Just a dozen people came, and sat in the choir, Fr Roy Doxsey among them. He's going to join us for the celebration of Midnight Mass, which will be a pleasure - the first time we've concelebrated since he retired, two years after me.
I was back home be five, and worked on drafting a biblical reflection for the Thursday after Christmas, to get as much done as I can before festivities begin in earnest. Christmas sermon next! Worry about omicron covid spread continues, but so far no eleventh hour edicts from the Bench of Bishops obliging precautions other than the ones already in place, which haven't slackened much so far. Mask wearing in church is still the norm, although the choir can take them off to sing, and increased numbers of singers are tolerated now. I'm not sure this is such a good idea, as there's not really enough space in choir to make social distancing practicable. Most singers are of an age when they are fully protected by vaccinations, but that doesn't rule out the possibility of accidental infection, even among the most careful of people.
This evening we watched an interesting interview on BBC Four with Daniel Barenboim about his long working career as a performing pianist and then world renowned orchestral conductor. He's just a few years older than us, so his music has been part of our lives since we were young. A real trip down memory lane.
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