This morning, full of glass half full bonhomie, I fronted up for the annual haircut (not really) in readiness for tomorrow's concert - always simply called "the August Concert" by our bold mob of singers. About 90 minutes of miscellany, some of it quite bearable. Our friendly audience - pretty much the same hundred individuals or a quarter of the town's population - has been coming to these strange events for the past twenty years. Yesterday we saw the DVD of Sunday's much improved dress rehearsal. Now we just need to learn that Maureen gets back safely today after weeks of gallivanting in Europe. Too bad if she is delayed and has to go straight from airport to stage tomorrow! But we know she could do it if demanded. Some people are born with the greasepaint already applied.