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Dogs, a Dance Show and Dr Seuss

“Look at this, Nanna!” Young Sam, who is nearly 7, is claiming my attention. “I can scratch behind my ear, just like a dog.” He proceeds to demonstrate, folding one leg up and using his toes to scratch behind his ear. Brother James, who is 4 going on 5, copies him loyally.  Even Jack, who is 15, will not be left out. There we all are, in the spare bedroom in the home of the Youngest of the Darling Daughters, pretending to be dogs scratching behind our ears. As you do...

 

In case you are wondering, no, I didn’t manage to scratch behind my ear with my toes.  But I had plenty else on my plate last weekend, the hottest of the year so far so I feel as if I can be excused.

 

On Saturday, Mr B and I travelled to see the Eldest of the Darling Daughters and her family. The car was beautifully cool and we contemplated sitting in it all day and just driving round and round. Thank goodness for air conditioning.  When it came to the theatre where we were to watch Katie and Eleanor’s Dance Show, there was no escape. It was hot, hot, hot but at least we were fortunate to have seats at the front of the rear stalls which meant plenty of leg room and nobody sitting right in front and hemming us in. 

 

We have sat through many a two hour show in the past where one or more of our grandchildren made just a single three minute appearance.  Obviously it was always worth waiting for (she said, hastily) but still...This time, Katie appeared in six dances and Eleanor in eight so you could say we had our money’s worth. Then when Katie won the award for Senior Student of the Year we were the proudest grandparents in the theatre. Sadly we had missed what was probably the most entertaining moment of all three shows – at Saturday’s afternoon performance when Eleanor found herself pushed on stage too early and had to sprint across the empty stage in front of the bemused audience.  Classic!

 

I particularly love to watch the littl’uns.  There they stand, rooted to the spot in the middle of the stage, clearly petrified, before looking over into the wings where the dance teacher is frantically demonstrating the moves for them to copy. In one dance only two made it onto the stage, the rest being just too overcome by the enormity of the moment. Well done to those who faced their fears and tripped the light fantastic for our enjoyment. Well done, too, to the dance company who were able to hand over a £1000 cheque to Demelza House, a local children’s hospice.

 

As if all this excitement was not enough, on Sunday we headed over (in our air-conditioned car) to see Jack and Hazel in their youth theatre group’s production of Seussical Jr.  First call was the home of the Youngest of the Darling Daughters and a chance to see my Little Welsh Boys (who had been in the audience for Seussical the previous afternoon) before they set off back home.  We just about had time for the scratching-behind-your-ear-like-a-dog experience before they had to go...

 

All the hard work, the rehearsing, the learning of words and dance routines paid off. Seussical was a triumph.  I loved the kids for not allowing themselves to be put off their stride by a rather loud  child with learning disabilities seated in the front row – and I loved them even more for their whole-hearted acceptance that she had as much right to be in the audience as anyone else and that they were pleased she was enjoying the show.

 

True stars, one and all!

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24.09 | 18:00

I’m glad you liked it, Sally. Jaqui x

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24.09 | 08:25

Beautiful piece. Thank you. Sally

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30.08 | 19:32

P.s. I absolutely adored Gipsy Tart, and, yes, my son has his work cut out!!

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30.08 | 19:26

I too went to school in Kent where my Aunt worked as a dinner-lady. I got seconds sometimes thirds of my favourite pud, the said Gipsy Tart. My son’s a dentist!

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