I am feeling so much happier about the forthcoming WYSO concert in Pontefract Castle. On Wednesday night the orchestra felt like it was more than a collection of 40 people, each playing an instrument. There is room for improvement, and the concert is on Saturday, but I do not think that we will disgrace ourselves. I opened a bottle of orange on our return and scandalously, we drank most of it then.
The last couple of glasses were drunk tonight after meeting an electrician at the new house and discovering a leaking pipe. Claire is hoping that she is at a nadir and things can only get better. At least the orange wine was sharp and pleasant.