We went to Handel's Messiah at the Albert Hall last Sunday, John and I, at his request. The last time we went was with Mom and Dad and it was St James' Church Piccadilly and the seats were quite hard. John said he preferred to listen to the Messiah in a religious setting and I agreed. Unfortunately, I had a fierce cough and for at least some of the performance I was concentrating on trying not to cough. I failed. There was the shoe issue again. You must give me warning Dad, said John and so he had to wear my over sized shoes again with the soles glued on. It was cold and we stayed at home as long as we could before jumping out of the house and heading for town. We had a good view of the stage, the little orchestra. There were 500 hundred singers ranked vertically up the side of the concert hall, behind the stage. It was either this or the Red Army Choir, I whispered to John. Both equally inspiring and then I remembered of course, that there is no such thing as a Red Arm
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