Me Porgy, you Bess

An enjoyable day today, making a visit to Milton Keynes, the highlight of which was that I got the chance to sing "Summertime" for the legendary chanteuse, Cleo Laine.


Well, actually, I sang "Summertime" to her standing outside the door to her room.

Or to be more accurate, I sang the first word of "Summertime", softly, outside her closed door, and she probably didn't even hear me. But why let the facts get in way of a good story?

Which reminds me - tomorrow is the Feast of the Epiphany .......