Have just returned from the choir and ringers’ dinner, several stones heavier. Delicious three course meal, good company and a manic high-speed entertainment (this year by the choir) made the evening go with a bang. We taught the ringers, and clergy, how to ding and dong in a rather different way than they are used to (using our voices as bells), sang the Chorister’s Prayer to Anglican chant and sent everyone on their way with Stanford’s Nunc Dimittis in C and Rutter’s Clare Benediction. After several glasses of wine, the words and music seemed to be a lot more difficult to follow than usual, although one of the ringers, whose wedding we will be singing at later in the year, still seemed happy to hire us – so we couldn’t have been too awful. Either that, or he’d had just as much wine as us and therefore didn’t notice.