I've just got back from four days in the South of France with my church choir, which was lovely - really amazing weather, a lot of fun with a whole load of people around my age (including two people who are not in the choir but are friends of someone who is, and who came along to provide extra voices - and who just happen to be from my uni and were in the Pantomime! Small world), great concerts and generally really fun. I spent a lot of the spare time sleeping because it was very intensive but I did get to lie in the sun a bit and eat lots of ice cream and see the town.
Now I'm about to either go to bed very early, or start packing up my stuff in order to leave tomorrow - probably the former because I am zonked. It was Palm Sunday today and we did a procession in the service, carrying privet leaves; weird, but apparently normal in France because palms are rare in Paris. Then I went to a party with some choir friends, which was full of opera students who sang incessant operettas and showed off a lot, and I felt rather awkward about my incredibly untrained, unclassical voice so I didn't sing. Bah.