Friday, 31 May 2013

I'm going to Mars!

OK, not me exactly, but my name and possibly some of my words - and I have the certificate to prove it. Thanks to fellow blogger Sally who posted the details on her blog here, I've written a haiku for a competition and the prize is for it to be put on a DVD and launched into space!

Other causes for celebration: I know I've already said this, but since it happened this week I have no qualms about telling you again how fabulous Rush were on Sunday. Off to see Bill Bailey tonight - different, but still good, I hope.

My friend Wendy has announced that she is getting married again. Congrats to her and Ian. And speaking of weddings, a few of us from choir are singing at the ceremony tomorrow of the daughter of one of our members. While the register is being signed we shall be singing Rutter arrangements of 'For The Beauty of the Earth' and 'The Lord Bless You and Keep You'. I'm welling up just thinking about it!

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  1. *jealous* - Bill Bailey is so funny. I hope you have a good time. And wow for the chance for your poem to go into space. That's so exciting!

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    1. Thanks, Rebeccah. I'm looking forward to an evening of comedy after a hard week.

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  2. That's so awesome! Congratulations ;)

    Also congrats to those soon to hear the wedding bells!

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  3. Congratulations!

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  4. Wow that's epic! Hope you enjoy Bill Bailey tonight and your singing tomorrow.

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    1. Bill Bailey was amazing. How can one man have so much talent?

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  5. What fabulous celebrations you have this week. They're not little things to me, wow! :)

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  6. How exciting that your name and words are going to Mars! That's awesome ; ) Sounds like Bill was fun?!

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    1. Yes, Vik, he was. Excellent value for money.

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  7. Wow! Mars? Your poetry must be out of this world!
    (Sorry, couldn't resist it).
    Congratulations. :-)

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