A conversation with my father a few years ago

Father: Hmm, well I think you're a good singer.

Abby: You've never heard me sing.

Father: I went to that choir show you were in.

Abby: Okay, then. *sarcastic look*


But he's not the only one who's complimented my singing abilities (regardless of the fact that he's only ever heard me sing properly in a choir of 40-something people). My grandmother told me that when I was younger I was great singer and of course my mother and I stared at her in disbelief. Checking that she wasn't simply being senile, we asked 'Are you sure you don't mean Freja?' (Freja's my cousin who definitely can sing well), but she insisted that at one point in my life I was a good singer. Hmm, I'd dubious about that.

Well, today was... interesting.

The break time at least. But let's leave it at that.

Anyway, my mum's trying to persuade me to go to a community choir held at a local school. I don't think I will. I've been in a choir before and I hated the feeling of insignificance. It seemed to make no difference whether I actually sang or just mimed and I felt so conformist. But at times it was quite fun.

Hmm, I suppose that's it. Yes, I believe it is. But I won't apologise for this being very short and fairly shallow - I think I'm done with apologising unnecessarily.