Unexpected Pleasures
Last night I had an unexpected pleasure. After a one hour plus therapeutic back massage I went to Waitrose. I was in a dreamy state after Elisa’s handiwork on my tiresome shoulder. There had been a lot of crunching and creeking on the old back but the massaging of my ear lobes and neck practically sent me unconscious with relaxation. I think I almost forget to breath sometimes during these sessions. I wandered about in Waitrose pondering which curry to buy, then which tea bags, then which wine and then whether to get blueberries or raspberries. The choice paralysed me once I got to the chilled desserts. I was shaken from my dwam by carol singing. Not just any carol singing like a bunch of school kids or some do-gooders in woolly hats – not even a loud CD – but really, really GOOD carol singing. It was so beautiful and pure and filled the whole shop. It made me feel quite emotional and I went to the end of the ailse to see what was going on. There was a group of people in tuxedos and black dresses looking immaculate and singing in the middle of Waitrose. It was quite bizarre and wonderful and I was taken aback by their appearance and ability.
On my way out of the shop I looked at the sign on the floor next to them and their bucket of donations. The bucket had an awful lot of notes in it rather than loose change and the sign read “Edinburgh University Chamber Choir” – which explained a lot. Now you don’t get that in Lidl…
The Journey of the Magi by Sassetta. The next blog will not be about religion…
