Unredeemed

We had been out and about all day, using our Keep Cups again, returning home around 4pm to sort our diaries for dates when (given the choice) we would be available to attend a funeral.

That is when we realised that we had three tickets for a music recital by our church organist and his sons this afternoon, at 2pm. As Miss Flum was not at home we assumed that she had attended and would wonder where we were, but it transpired that she had forgotten too.

So here we have three unredeemed tickets for Bach and the Dance of God.