James Marston: Where did this summer-like weather come from?

This couple are enjoying the sun, but James Marston is far too busy playing the church organ and soc

This couple are enjoying the sun, but James Marston is far too busy playing the church organ and socialising in London - Credit: Archant

ONE minute it’s the depths of winter, the next the sun is shining and the world is a different place.

Dear readers, I haven’t stopped, and it must be something to do with the weather.

Suddenly I haven’t got a moment to myself and when I do I am bored anyway.

This bank holiday weekend I was over-imbibing in London – isn’t drinking expensive these days – and then rounded off with a spot of dinner in Felixstowe because I have recently lost the will to cook.

This week I have a lot of religion to get through including a visit to the cathedral and a service at which I am playing hymns I do not know at the ancient church of St James in Icklingham where, according to the churchwardens, I am now the official organist because no one else wants the job and I can just about pull out the Great To Pedal if push comes to shove.

I have already expressed my desire to avoid weddings because I couldn’t bear to get the fat and wide bit wrong when the bride comes up the aisle and I shall eschew funerals because, apart from Abide With Me the bereaved would have to settle for things I know well like Kumbaya - which isn’t fashionable, Morning Has Broken - not everyone is a fan of Cat Stevens and, Away In A Manger and not every dies at Christmas.

Unfortunately I am rather limited when it comes to organ playing so I am having to learn four hymns this week on top of trying to get my garden to look something like a garden instead of a patch of grass and clean my bathroom which I have let go as only those who live on their own and receive few guests can.

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Anyway do you know Hail The Day That Sees Him Rise or Lord Enthroned In Heavenly Splendour? Because I don’t and I can only hope they don’t involve lots of black notes and any twiddly bits.

So what with one thing and another I am looking forward already to the weekend when I can hole up away from the madding crowd in my small Felixstowe flat with sea views (distant) in a darkened room with a damp flannel on my forehead.

The problem is that doesn’t sound much fun really either does it?