546 - CHORD

ROberta the organist was a keen nature lover. She'd joined a group of volunteers who took turns to keep vigil over the local brock sett, checking on their comings and goings. When on watch she would keep her sandwiches in a crock pot rather than use a plastic container or, even worse, some clingfilm. On Sunday she would put on her best frock and head for the organ loft. She pulled out the appropriate stops for the first hymn and, on cue, played the opening chord. After a flawless rendition of all the hymns she felt great satisfaction and wasn't surprised at the complimentary comments from the other church goers as they had coffee and mince pies afterwards.