Yesterday was a day that included one of my least favourite things in the world – a workman in the house.  I accept and understand fully that this is a necessary evil borne in order to make things better in the long run, but I find the disruption disconcerting, to say nothing of that unsettling ability to find payments where none previously existed and leave with the job half done.

This particular time, though, all seems to have gone reasonably smoothly, even if some of what is apparently called “snagging” still needs to be addressed later in the week.  I kept myself to myself as much as possible, put on my headphones and loaded up the latest file of the Missa Loquebantur Variis Linguis.

I prefer to work on paper than on the screen when I am putting a piece together, but the process varies from piece to piece, and in this case it is about a 50/50 division between the two.  The Kyrie is therefore on screen at the moment, while the Sanctus is still in one of my Moleskine notebooks.

Yesterday’s work was a combination of writing and honing, but maybe I should call that second activity snagging now, so that people will think that I am all up to date with what goes on in the modern world and not actually the kind of person to run away and shut the door whenever somebody arrives with power tools.  The long and the short of it is that I got in some decent snagging and hope to do some more today.

The plus side of our visitor’s work was that after over three years we were able to empty some of the boxes that have lain in our cupboards, and while there were items in there that I remembered quite clearly, there were others too that had faded into oblivion, including, most timely of all, Guy Rickards’s book on Sibelius.  I am trying to read one book at a time this year so as not to dilute my efforts, likewise writing one piece at a time, but I already know what I shall be reading next.