Thursday.

Earlier in  the  week we attended a choir concert  held in a local  church. The  lower picture is of the
 programme .  Good,  solid, singable  stuff.  My  only objection  is that when the  National Anthem is sung -the  first item on the  above programme, I'm glad to say, and the  audience joins in (as we all did) the third verse of the Anthem  is  NEVER sung. It goes, if memory serves :-

Oh Lord, our  God arise,
scatter her enemies,
and make them fall.
Confound their politics,
fustrate their knavish tricks.
On Thee our hopes we fix.
God save us all.

Fine stirring stuff, you'd think; but we're never allowed to sing it- politically incorrect, I  suppose. What a lot of  lily livered poltroons we have become. The  Victorians had far more honest ideas than  we do! And the Georgians would probably have itemised 'her enemies'  as 'the  French  and other low forms of pond life!'
Bah Humbug!!!!

P.s. I  am quite  prepared to find  that the  last paragraph  has been 'removed by a blog administrator.'