{"id":2604,"date":"2021-06-20T19:58:40","date_gmt":"2021-06-20T19:58:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/mch-net.info\/wordpress\/?p=2604"},"modified":"2021-06-20T22:07:39","modified_gmt":"2021-06-20T22:07:39","slug":"sunday-20th-june-2021-day-461","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/mch-net.info\/wordpress\/2021\/06\/20\/sunday-20th-june-2021-day-461\/","title":{"rendered":"Sunday, 20th June, 2021 [Day 461]"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva;\">Sunday morning when I walk down for the newspapers on my own is always my\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva;\">opportunity to engage in some indulgence as I listen to certain classical tracks I have on my aged iPhone. Today the first track along happened to be the overture to &#8216;<em>The Marriage of Figaro<\/em>&#8216; and the first time I heard it when I was aged 14 in the music room at Thornleigh College, Bolton (the\u00a0school which I attended whilst my mother rained to be a teacher). The music teacher, a stocky Glaswegian built like a tank, told us that the syllabus had just been published for the &#8216;O&#8217;-levels we would take in two years time. We were\u00a0informed that although it was a sparkling 7 minutes worth, we had better get used to it as we would study it in\u00a0detail for the next two years (which was the length of time deemed necessary to prepare\u00a0you properly for the GCE &#8216;O&#8217;-level in Music). This was thought at the time to be one of the most demanding &#8216;O&#8217;-levels that there was, on a\u00a0par with Physics. My\u00a0memory may not serve me correctly but I suspect that at the time we had to know the score in some detail and might even have to engage in some composition as well. I know that when I changed schools the following year (when my mother had returned from her teaching training course) then I had a massive culture shock as I moved from\u00a0school with an average plus reputation in music (we did have a school orchestra, choir and brass band &#8211; of which the brass band was by far the best\u00a0known and the most prestigious) to a school where the only music was a lesson in singing for the 11-yr olds taught by an\u00a0obscure little teacher in a back room somewhere. Later on, I listened to the aria &#8216;<em>The Queen of the Night<\/em>&#8216; and the film &#8216;<em>Amadeus<\/em>&#8216; on the life of Mozart had a brilliant scene win which the incradibly high, not to say shrieked nature of the\u00a0soprano part was\u00a0transmogrified into the face of his mother-in-law. A similar psychological\u00a0transformation takes place in the same film where the voice and image of &#8216;The Commendatore&#8217; \u00a0is transformed into the face and image of Mozart&#8217;s own stern father. The Commendatore is a military hero, the father of one of Don Giovanni&#8217;s conquests, who is slain by him in the opening scene of the opera whilst the closing scene is the statu<\/span><\/span><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva;\">e of the Commendatore who comes to life and drags off Don Giovanni to the flames of hell)\u00a0You really have to see the whole opera to appreciate the drama of all of this. On my way home, I was &#8216;overtaken&#8217; on the road by one of my acquaintances who I used to see quite regularly when we were members of the same Pilates class together. She was on her way to the hotel at the top of the road where she has worked for the past few years. She had\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva;\">her hours\u00a0progressively reduced from\u00a0five hours to two with the same volume of work expected in the two hours. She had had a new boss who was threatening her with\u00a0disciplinary action for some of\u00a0dispute she had had over time off over \u00a0holidays &#8211; so eventually, she had decided to leave. <span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva;\"> It does make you a wonder whether this a microcosm of what is happening in the overall economy where (some employers at least) very much have the whip\u00a0<\/span>hand, but I found it all rather saddening.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva;\">Eventually, Meg and I drag ourselves off to the park, really in search of some of our regular park friends\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva;\">who we have\u00a0temporally\u00a0abandoned whilst we patronise the <\/span><em style=\"font-family: 'trebuchet ms', geneva;\">Waitrose<\/em><span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva;\"> coffee bar. We did not run into any but we did run into several interesting dogs and their owners. One of these was a &#8216;<em>labradoodle<\/em>&#8216; (a cross between a\u00a0Labrador and a poodle) which really is quite an interesting looking dog with curls of woolly hair and quite a striking physique. Another hybrid puppy cane along ( a<em> cockapoo?<\/em>) and the owners happy chatted whilst the dogs\u00a0enjoyed each\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva;\">other&#8217;s company. All very\u00a0touching, really.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n<p><span style=\"font-size: 14pt;\"><span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva;\">This afternoon, the weather looked gloomy but not actually raining so I took a chance and decided to get the lawns cut before the football started at 5.00pm.\u00a0Fortunately, I got the lawns cut in time, the mower (and\u00a0myself) cleaned up, a cup of tea prepared and was\u00a0sitting in my chair one minute before kickoff. As we might have expected, plucky little Wales was completely outclassed by a very dominant Italy but by keeping the score down to 1-0 victory \u00a0for\u00a0<\/span><span style=\"font-family: trebuchet ms, geneva;\">Italy (although in truth it\u00a0should have been\u00a0several more), Wales managed to quality (on the basis of one win, one draw and one loss) in the pool stage and will then progress to the\u00a0knockout stage of the competition &#8211;\u00a0where I do not think they have ever been before so\u00a0that are quite happy bunnies tonight.<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Sunday morning when I walk down for the newspapers on my own is always my\u00a0opportunity to engage in some indulgence as I listen to certain classical tracks I have on my aged iPhone. 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