HR manager, ex chorister parent, law & percussion mum, organist, housewife, friend, runner, Scottish dancer....not necessarily in that order of importance!
@British_Airways I submitted a complaint on 30/12/24. Got a reply on 24/2/25 that didn't address the issue. Followed up twice since. Your tracking system says received but no progress...nearly 9 months later. Can someone please reply?
@davidhconductor@WellsCathedral1 My son had two wonderful years at WCS and I agree, it's fabulous to hear music all around as you walk near the school. (I also managed a sneaky hour in the organ loft....wonderful!)
@SBinF@frasercontra@SFSymphony Me too! And I'm an organist who has had the privilege of playing a contrabassoon in the dim and distant past. Marvellous!
@jonkay01@MichaelRosenYes In our household, we use the phrase 'need a shug*' from when the kids were little and read Vesuvious Poovious, where a #2 was given different names, including a sugar mouse. (*shug pronounced as the start of sugar)
@frasercontra I arrived for my music degree in Newcastle as an organist, but switched to bassoon fairly swiftly due to practice facilities/not gelling with the teacher. Went back to the organ in later years. Looking forward to dusting off my bassoon in retirement :-)
@TheAA_UK your appalling administration systems have failed to remember two changes made to our account 4 years ago that mean neither daughter nor I can access what we need today #beyondfrustrating#moretimewasted
@jennyeclair I've wanted to visit Cornwall since reading Daphne du Maurier books 35+ years ago. Not made it yet (live too far away) but on the retirement list (& and J's gaff!) #OWL
@NSB_Headmaster @DofE@NSB_Boys Congrats to them all! Their former classmate was there on Friday celebrating his Gold, along with his sister :-) Even mum dug out her Gold brooch for the occasion!
@rickettspiano@Kings_College Wonderful! My Kingsman father managed to arrange for me to play it some years. It felt so familiar as I was playing a H&H at the time. Top moment in life, never to be forgotten (along with the applause from tourists when I finished) :-)