No music and music

In vain I waited for my lift to the concert tonight. She got lost, and the phone messages were too slow coming through. At one point she was only a mile away, but then took another wrong turning and finally had to give up or she'd have missed it too. Ah well. I wasn't needed for a solo in this one, and it's warmer here than in a church.

I am consoled by BBC7 having broadcast one of my favourite Hinge and Bracket programmes purporting to be from their Suffolk living-room: the one with Rosalind Plowright, singing and chatting about Snape and Dear Ben. Dame Hilda giving advice to La Diva Plowright is just too, too exquisite.