Grand-daughter Hazel Bagel has a new desk in her room. It is extremely elegant, with a glass top and white metal surround. According to Hazel it is also - and most importantly - Instagram-able.
No, I didn't understand straightaway. But if one is about to post a picture on Instagram of oneself sitting at a desk engaged (possibly. Or possibly not) in homework, then it is vital that one's surroundings are enviably cool. Or
whatever the correct Teen Expression is today. Hence "Instagram-able." I determine that, when I arrive home from our weekend away, I will check out my furniture for its Instagramability.
That extra hour in bed this morning - wasn't it so very welcome? Hazel and her brother Jack had asked not to be woken up until 10.30 a.m. in New Time. Which is, the mathematicians among you may have cleverly calculated, 11.30 a.m.
in Old Time. Because they needed the sleep after yesterday's Truly Tremendous performances of Into The Woods (Hazel as Cinderella, Jack as Jack of Beanstalk fame) the Youngest of the Darling Daughters and I reckoned they deserved a lie-in.
"I am your Fairy Grandmother!" I announced, entering Hazel's bedroom at precisely 10.30 a.m. (New Time), "You shall go to the Ball!" She took it pretty well, all things considered.
Mr B and I were watching the Show again this afternoon. We had front row seats so I had to impress on Mr B that he was not, on any account, to drop off to sleep during the performance for fear of upsetting the young performers.
Jack and Hazel, of course, would have just laughed - but others less in the know might have thought it reflected on their ability to hold an audience in thrall.
It's good to watch a performance from different viewpoints. We saw so much more of Our Jack and his stage mother from the vantage point of the front row. We could see the stage sets properly, too, which was excellent because, according
to the programme, there were six mice hidden somewhere within the Bakery, Cinderella's home and Jack's mother's cottage. Try as I might, I could only see two of them. I wonder how many performances I would need to see in order to spot them all?
As we were about to take our seats, a surprise for me. The Really Rather Amazing Stephanie, Founder of Limelight, presented me with a pot plant, spookily decorated with a witch, complete with besom and pumpkin, to say thank you
for my PR efforts on behalf of the group. Obviously it goes without saying that everything I do for Limelight is done out of love - but it's still a sweet thing to feel appreciated. Especially as when I get home I must write a review appropriately recognising
the multi-talented youngsters who make up Limelight.
Next weekend we will be back in Theatre-land because our Talented Twosome are appearing in that well-known production about a boy, his brothers and a multi-coloured coat. Possibly made by a grandmother ( fairy or otherwise) because,
don't you know? magicking up fancy dress is one of the things grandmothers do.
In one scene Jack, as Joseph, appears dressed only in a loin cloth. Mr B asked him if he would like to borrow his bright red braces. Just for safety's sake, you understand.
So what did he say to his Grandad's kind offer? I asked our grandson later.
"It was very tempting..." was Jack's diplomatic reply.
I guess that's a "no" then.