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Date: 01 January 1970 00:59:59
This morning was quite a kerfuffle, getting ready to go and see the Man In Red himself. Everything conspired against us. At the last minute we packed into the car and raced round to the church Christmas Fair. And what do you know, it was the WRONG Father Christmas. We NEVER go to see THAT one - we go to see the REAL one at the other church..which is next week!
Mind you, the Christmas Dinner was rather scrummy.
Raced Tiddles to choir practice and dropped him off. He had, of course, omitted to mention to me that there wasn't any choir practice today....well, not until we got there, of course.
He's singing with the choir in the concert tonight - a grand affair. Spot the proud mum :-) He's a regular little songbird.... a starling, I think. Sings with enthusiasm. I am dreading the day - and it will come, I'm sure - when someone pops the bubble of his dreams of being a singer by telling him the dreadful truth, but in the meantime I love to hear him. As I type, he and his brother sit in the bath singing "Mary had a little lamb, little lamb, little lamb. Mary had a little lamb, and his name was Jesus." I'm not sure he has the words totally right. Tonight could be interesting.