Wednesday, December 21, 2011
A special night.
Early evening . Off in the car to the little market town . While ' the font ' and Wilf go in search of the fishmonger Angus heads off to the relative warmth of the church. It's a special night . Carols for the old folks from the maison de retraite . The music provided by a 'semi-professional ' ensemble from Barcelona.
The first number a rap version of ' Il est ne le divin enfant ' performed by four young gentlemen with shaved heads . A young lady in a cocktail dress then sings Ave Maria . She is accompanied, on the xylophone , by two of the shaven headed youths. They have changed into purple dinner jackets . Angus , unconsciously, finds himself holding on tightly to the side of his chair as the soloist slides haltingly towards the high notes .
After that there was what might well have been the Carol of the Birds. The two purple jacketed young xylophonists joined by a woman with a concertina and a gentleman with a mouth organ. They grin at the audience throughout in a '' you will enjoy yourselves '' type way. The old folks look on bemusedly. As well they might .
Time for Angus to head off to the cafe for an early evening pick me up . '' The font " asks what the singing was like . ' Enthusiastic ' I reply . What the old folks thought of it all is a mystery but Wilf would have thoroughly enjoyed himself. He might even have joined in .
Wilf spends much of his day in a downstairs corridor leading to two guest bedrooms. Does he know something is about to happen ?