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The Singalong Society for Singletons - The Sound of Music

The third meeting of The Singalong Society for Singletons has the group gathering to watch one of my very favourite films.  The Sound of Music is a musical my mum and I watched together on the small screen many, many times throughout my childhood and teens.  She first saw it at the cinema with my dad, and as well as the film we also had the soundtrack (on vinyl, naturally) and the sheet music - these were songs I knew inside out from a young age.  It's probably why I still hold them close to my heart.


Julie Andrews is absolutely spectacular as keen-but-hopeless nun Maria and I never fail to be moved by the blossoming romance between Maria and Captain von Trapp.  Add to that the humour, the heartbreak and the beautiful score, and it's plain to see why The Sound of Music has lasted the test of time.

Treating my mum for her 70th birthday

Whilst the film remains ever-popular, I've also been fortunate enough to see the stage show during its tour of the UK.  I bought tickets to see the production at Birmingham Hippodrome for my mum's 70th birthday and we were blown away by the emotional performances which had us leaving the theatre in tears.

 
And I apologise in advance if you end up with The Lonely Goatherd as an earworm after reading the chapter based on The Sound of Music, but it had to be included - that's one of my favourite scenes!
 
The Singalong Society for Singletons is available to preorder now in ebook and paperback format.
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