I know that feeling. Twenty years widowed for me. Generally, I am not an overly-emotional person but ...
After The Snowman was released in 1982, DH bought me the video for Christmas. He loved watching it. We loved watching it to together. I still have the tape even though I have no longer have a VHS machine to play it on. It’s on TV every Christmas anyway. Walking in the Air makes me cry every time I hear it.
Last Christmas, I went to a cathedral carol concert where I bumped into a friend. She likes sitting at the front (I don’t) but I sat with her. A young female chorister stepped forward to sing the song. She was about six feet away. Her voice was so pure, try as I might, I could not stop the tears streaming down my face.
DH was a great fan of the music of Vaughan Williams especially The Lark Ascending. It’s why I stick to Radio 3 and avoid Classic FM. You’re never more than 20 minutes away from hearing it on the latter and I’d be in bits all day.
Anyone else not watching the World Cup
do you have plasterboard on your walls?


