Festival fail
I should have known not to rush my Bromley Festival application, and I had the deadline in my diary months ago but of course it was a last-minute rush as everything seems to be these days. Everything has come at once and I had virtually no time to practise after I put...
New dog in the old life
Honestly I was in no hurry to do the puppy thing again. I've had that experience once; it was hard work and I had no desire to repeat it. Besides which, there are countless hundreds of thousands of poor, unwanted, homeless dogs in the world, failed by humans or in...
A small ambition
It’s a small thing to most, I know, but on Easter Monday I finally achieved my ambition of singing a solo aria with my choir in a concert. The work in question was Vivaldi’s Gloria, and I sang the Domine Deus as well as the Laudamus te in a duet with Karen. I’d...
Save the day
It's Mothering Sunday in the UK again today and with it, as has become customary, the usual mealy-mouthed platitudes that distance the event from a celebration of mums. Arguably it's just the case on social media, and not in the world of real interactions with people,...
Bereft
This week I have had my beloved Oscar put to sleep. I first met him as a five week old puppy who could sit on my hand and he was with us for fourteen and a half years. I have tried not to be too mawkish, because I know it makes people uncomfortable, but his sudden...
Hello!
I’m Gita and I live in Beckenham, South East London, though this is an action photo of me in Victoria, Vancouver Island.
I write about things that interest me. This blog is a flight of fancy, a stream of consciousness.