Ok. this is what happens when you miss the first minute of TBL. For the first time in BIGGEST LOSER HISTORY Ajay must have QUICKLY explained something – i.e. why Stewart and Sharif did not get to vote in the ELIMINATION. Ploise explain anyone who can?

Oh well, it didn’t really matter. Stupidly, I believe, Cam and Tiffany voted Julie out. Not sure why because I think it is Sammy who is the BIGGEST THREAT. Well I know why Cam did – because Sammy is HIS DAUGHTER. But then I may be WRONG. There were buckets of tears from everyone. Not just tears running down face but actual full on choked up, hiccupy crying, where your lip wobbles and makes funny shapes and you can’t speak. Well from everyone except Sharif and Stewart who stayed very QUIET. Bye Julie – we all love you and your mummy persona. You seem like a NICE person. Go home lose lots of weight and we will see you at FINALE, which apparently is NEXT WEEK. Excitement!

Then choir started up again after a week’s break following the Eisteddfod. We pored over our adjudication sheets for about half an hour and then got stuck into music for the next concert. We have a grant to do a Q150 themed concert in June. So we are singing a variety of things – a couple of folk songs arranged by Brisbane composer Ian McKinley, my favourite of which is Moreton Bay, some Torres Strait Island songs arranged by Stephen Leek, some 1930s ditties – Hustling Hinkler and a song actually written aeons ago about Bundaberg. We also have a pianola roll style thing that is a song about Queensland. Apparently, when Queensland turned 100 all children in schools were taught to sing “Life is great in the Sunshine State”. Here in Bundaberg, my mother remembers everyone lining up in rows at the showgrounds while Princess Alexandra (wearing a yellow dress apparently) drove by as they all sang the song. That must have been quite a scene – as well as quite a cacophony. Back to the music, we also have a piece by Graeme Morton (also in Brisbane) – set to the words of Tennyson’s Crossing the Bar and a composer from Gayndah is writing a new piece for us based on some words of Vance Palmer, who I learned was born in Bundaberg. Who knew?