It is with sadness that I write this: Our lovely Barbara Bowes (alto) and her husband John said goodbye and headed off to warmer climates in their camper van. They do this every year and Barbara returns to choir. They were in Spain en route to Portugal, stopped, went walking and John collapsed very suddenly and died. Barbara our hearts, thoughts, love & prayers are with you at this sad time. Maggie, (alto & Barbara’s sister) our love goes out to you too. We are here for you. xxxx

  • Welcome to our fabulous choir for a new year of singing
  • Welcome to our new singers – relax and enjoy
  • Heal well all choir who had illness, accidents and surgery but still came along to sing on Friday. Great to see you
  • Thanks to the tea rota girls and boys for nourishing and refreshing the choir
  • What a great start to 2020
  • A cheque for £950 was sent to each of our four Christmas concert charities: SVP, Gold, Friends of the Family, Rose Road
  • Caroline and the committee are now receiving the Christmas Concert Charity nominations – see above, no 1 green box
  • Various choir are travelling
  • Ans in Australia
  • Anne L heading to Australia
  • Nancy and Trevor cruising the Atlantic
  • Carol, alto, is having surgery to her knee and will be away until feeling fit to return – hope it goes well
  • Kay Duggan is recovering from pneumonia and will return in the spring – heal well
  • Patricia is off to Oregon to visit her daughter
  • Caroline is recovering from a form of vertigo – heal well and come back to us steady and well

Poem by Sheila

10 Jan 2020. – So pleased to hear you speaking and singing again, Sheila – your voice was gone for quite sometime and this poem shares it with us.

I lost my voice this Christmas.
I lost my voice this Christmas,
Where oh where’s it gone?
It was working well on Friday then Saturday all went wrong.
My mouth still shuts and opens and tries to make the words,
But all else has disappeared, not a peep is heard.
If someone else has found it, I’d really like it back,
I’ve grown accustomed to its pitch and tone, always seemed on track.
It wasn’t the best of voices but nor was it the worst,
It’s range just really suited me and I would rate it first.
It excelled at giggling and laughter, could really tell a joke,
Family and friends recognised it along with other folk.
Now I can’t  even whisper, not a croak or groan,
Makes me feel a bit isolated, silent on my own.
I can’t even hum, let alone sing, all really most bizarre,
Can’t communicate close by, let alone from afar.
When my voice heals and repairs I’ll welcome it back again,
I’ll value it most dearly and will try a short refrain.
Marie’s given me an exercise blowing bubbles down a straw,
Tony says a snorkel in the bath will heal my voice for sure.
I’m letting it rest, giving it time, it worked very hard just lately,
When it returns I’ll respect it more and enjoy it oh so greatly.