Cascades of notes and . . .

 

I actually got to bed early last night because I was so frightened of handbells at the cathedral.  Even on enough sleep I'm pretty much a zombie at morning service ring* but the handbell gig was at 1:45, which meant plenty of time to wake up, caffeinate, and have a nervous breakdown.    And then there was a convocation of incompetent drivers at the mews so I couldn't get out because everyone was flapping and fluttering and refusing to back up because they're cack-handed twits and they don't ...