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Date: 02 December 2008 22:57:38
I know I was supposed to be at local preachers' meeting tonight. Actually, in case you hadn't guessed, I've got a rather good excuse, but even so it was with a very tiny smidgen of guilt that I went to the theatre tonight. So imagine the fun that the row of people seated behind me had at my expense. After all, it was only the minister's wife, the superintendant's wife, a worship leader and another member of the congregation... whoever thought that Christian people could sink so low as to suggest blackmailing! ;o)
It was a wonderful evening. I wondered whether the Smudgelet would enjoy it. He struggled, but I think he got some pleasure out of it too. After all, it's not every day that an 11 year old boy goes to the ballet! He was not taken kicking and screaming against his will. I'll give my lads both credit for the fact that they've always been keen to try anything once. Mind you, it was a bit of a culture shock for the Smudgelet - not so much the lack of words and the use of dance, mime and music to convey a story, although he did find that a little difficult to get into, but...
"Do they really have to wear those white tight-y things? Can't they wear trousers? I can see... er.. well, you know.... I mean, white... they show, er... well... er... everything!" In the second half he discovered that black tights are just as revealing.