Last Thursday was the rehearsal with the pianist for Pat's and my debut in our big duet for the Music School end of year concert at the library. Ralph Vaughan-Williams' setting of "It was a lover and his lass". Very wise choice because if we forget the words we can just make it up and nobody at all would notice and anyway we're sure we'd have the best pronunciation in the place. Our accompanist is a very pleasant lady who made us sing it through 4 times (four). We have another rehearsal scheduled for this coming Thursday.
We got home. I idly looked at my diary.
What time is the concert?
Half past eight.
And what time is your flight to England?
Half past four.
Well, she sent a text message to Pierre-Henri. We saw him the next day. He looked sore vexed.
How did you not realise?
We had no satisfactory answer.
But Alan's still here. He could sing alone.
Pierre-Henri considered this.
But what could you do?
We settled on something. He perked up. I was sent off to tell the Music School secretaries who would then contact the accompanist and see if she was happy to do that instead.
Hallo, you know the duet my wife and I are due to sing?
She has to go to England.
The is what Pierre-Henri suggests.
In the end the exchanges ended happily, but we may need to slow down a little. I'm starting to arrange clashing appointments again, and this time Pat is joining me!