Slumbering Change Before the Snow.

Greetings on this cold late November day. Actually it has been freezing all week and we're bracing ourselves for snow tomorrow. 

Opera night is in full swing with Madame Butterfly and dinner is in the oven. Greek baked prawns with tomatoes, pepper, oregano and feta. Smells great. 

You find me trying to shake off the latest autumn lurgy. Seem to have caught everything bar covid the last couple of months. 

Despite that I'm making progress. A plan is afoot for change that I didn't seek. More an opportunity than an aspiration. I'm not very good at attention to detail but of the five hurdles I face in my operation three are complete. Sequential as they are I've needed to be unusually methodical in my approach.

The next hurdle will be faced at 11 am on Thursday next week. Then is my opportunity to talk and hopefully blow the audience away. Everyone believes I will smash it to use the parlance of today. 

Before then though I have to deliver to a number of 6th form students on university, mental health and change. That's scheduled for Friday morning. Looking forward to that. 

The weekend beckons, quite fancy Sunday lunch at The Waggoners. Last weekend I went to Borough Market which was sublime on Friday. The lunch at The Waggoners on Saturday. Sarah and I are booked there on 14th December, we want to catch the visiting Carol Singers.

Advent Sunday approaches; I get to hear the epic Low He Comes with Clouds Descending. One of the greatest hymns I know. 

Take care.

I Heard a Voice.