Survived my chamber music last night – but I need to practise my scales and exercises. As my teacher used to say in her wonderful middle-European accent, ‘If it does not hurt, it is not doing you good.’ Which brings me painfully to my efforts to write a sermon for Passion Sunday with all its messages of life from death and suffering. And my still-fresh memory of St John Passion at the beginning of the week. Concert again tonight but rather less traumatic, I expect. Black Dyke Mills Band – I always regret not having learned to play a brass instrument. Tenor Horn, I think, if I had a choice.