ST STEPHEN'S Church, Gloucester Road, in the centre of Kensington, is a stone's throw from where I live.
I used to take my mother to St James's Church in Piccadilly nearly every week. As we were getting ready to go out, she would ask me, 'Are we going to the concert?'
I went to a funeral at St Stephen's Church of someone I met in the local coffee shop.
We weren't close, but we always got on well together and passed the time talking about artistic things. That must have been five or six years ago - time can be so indefinite when you're looking back.
A middle-aged woman who walks her dog in Gloucester Road visits St Stephen's for the concert recitals - I wonder if dogs appreciate music?
The music was composed by a Czech, Antonin Dvorak, and the group playing is the Bisengaliev Quintet.
I tried to play the piano when I was a boy, but I didn't keep it up. I did play the recorder for a while. But the dedication of these musicians, who met at the Royal College of Music, is amazing.
Most of them have been playing their instruments since they were kids. They make it all look so easy.
The dark suit that the violinist is wearing looks similar to mine - I wonder if the dry cleaners will have my suit ready for Saturday? They said they would.
At the beginning of the concert I warm up slowly, becoming acclimatised to the music.
The best part, though, is always the climax. Classical music weaves a spell, soothing the spirit, melting away your troubles. I feel quite uplifted now, and energised.
I will come again next week.