Now here's a laugh for you (of the 'snigger-snort...pause..giggle...hand-over-mouth-prolonged-giggling' variety):
Sunday Morning Service,
usual congregation various of ages,
organ giving bother, with the lowest octave of the Swell Manual not producing any sound, all the Pedal stops singing alone and unaided, therefore having to really concentrate on the playing...
Ok, so we get to the Recessional Voluntary and I'm so working to get a relatively decent sound out of the organ that I become lost in the playing and don't hear the Dean and several congregation members shouting at me from the end of the Nave...
Suddenly I hear my name and stop, an announcement had been forgotten.
The point of the story is the person whose voice reached me......it was the lady who taught me in Senior Infants!
Can you believe it? Nearly fifty years old and the Bani Higgie can still stop me in my tracks...
A good thing, sez you.
Not so much, sez I.