From the “what on earth possessed me” department. Why would anyone say “OK, sure, sounds like a nice plan” to doing late evensong (6:30pm) in Guildford Cathedral on a Sunday evening? It’s a slightly scary building, also known as the house on the hill for a) its commanding position and b) its resemblance to a cross between Amityville and Deep Thought. Bonus: saw some singing chums I haven’t seen for six years and we were “the best visiting choir we’ve seen in a long time” according to the vicar. So not all bad, just bloody tiring for a Monday morning.
