When I was in the school choir we sang a song which I think was part of A Shropshire Lad by A. E. Housman. The only line In remember for certain was "Sunlit pallets never thrive, Morn's abed and daylight slumber, were not meant for man alive". I have found the poem, it is Reveille, but I cannot find the choral setting. It may be a long shot, but do any of you who sing in a choir know of it? If you do, I would dearly love to hear it again.
: What has been your most wasted purchased made in preparation for a holiday?
My dad spent 40 years mastering his craft, and last week someone half his age told him how to eat.😠
