Mothering Sunday

Liz liked the card. She thought she had lost her freedom pass so went back to the golf club but it was in fact at home. She got new bulbs for the outside light but it still does not work! At family eucharist we sang For the beauty of the earth, Tell out my soul, Sing we of the blessed mother, Soul of my saviour and The church's one foundation. I played Liszt on Arcadelt Ave Maria, Buxtehude Chaconne and Bach Fantasia in C minor. We rehearsed the psalms for Holy week and there are some changes. Debbie was not there. I went from Kent House to Herne Hill and to Blackfriars to visit the Oxo tower Spirit of womanhood exhibition by women artists celebrating 10 years of the women's interfaith network. Interesting but nor particularly religious. I walked along the Thames to the hall and had another look at the organ exhibition and watched all the films. The concert was at 3 and featured Bach immaculately played by James McVinnie. I was furious that the lights were turned off so having taken 4 heavy scores was a waste of time and programme notes could not be read either. Several people left. The Martin Creed mouth organ and organ work was rubbish and puerile. I got trains home and complained. We had a lovely dinner of pork and cheesecake. Watched Antiques roadshow and a programme on Ivor Gurney. Good series on the Plantaganets.