Never mind, I'll continue to sing on. As I blogged a few years ago:
As they say (cue more blatant linking here), Music for a while, doth all your cares beguile. Especially for Yours Truly. I have - after all - renamed my favourite psalm The Heffalump.I’ve found that half hour really important in all kinds of ways, not the least in the confidence stakes. And even more as something which I do just ‘because,’ and not because I ‘should.’ More especially back last year when I was going through a bit of a bumpy patch. Singing on your own of course, means having to focus (no sitting back and letting the others do the hard work). I quite often come out with if not always a spring in my step, at least a smile on my face and whistling away not so much like a nightingale as a slightly demented sparrow.