The Son in Law finds what he assumes is a piece of rubbish on the lawn of his front garden. He picks it up. This, in itself, is interesting as he is better known for strewing rubbish than for picking it up. There must
have been something which made him bend down and rescue it.
I'm just parking the car so he shows me his find. Inside the small blue packet, a tiny child's tooth. Someone, somewhere is going to be very, very
worried about whether the Tooth Fairy will be calling tonight. We leave the small blue packet, with its precious content, on the grass verge where we hope it will be found and the tooth redeemed for whatever is the Tooth Fairy's going rate these days.
We are here, Mr B and I, having driven through torrents of rain, because granddaughter Hazel Bagel is appearing in the Mayor of Basingstoke's annual Variety Concert at The Anvil Theatre. We just managed to see her for
a brief "hello" and exhortation to "break a leg!" Which, I am reliably informed, is the correct salutation, rather than the customary "Good luck!" which is seen as bad luck. Though, to be honest, breaking a leg would be both unfortunate and painful, don't
you think? I do hope you are keeping up, by the way...
Talking of breaking legs, as we were, one of Hazel's fellow performers, James, took to the stage with a broken toe. Which isn't quite a leg but is an
important digit, nevertheless. I know how painful a broken toe is as I, too, once broke a toe. It remains to this day (touch wood, break a leg or whatever) the only bone I have ever broken, having led a protected life on account of being A Wimp of the First
Order. Wimps tend not to indulge in the kind of activities that lead to the Breaking of Limbs. Unless the Wimp in question (that will be me then) trots along the landing to the bathroom in the middle of the night and stubs a toe on a step ladder leaning against
I am not sure how James broke his big toe but, based on my past experience, I can Feel His Pain. I am therefore all admiration to see him on stage, tripping the light fantastic, as if without
a care in the world. What a trouper!
Mr B and I had the best possible view of proceedings - and James's big toe - because we had booked a wheelchair space on the very edge of the stage. If we had been any
nearer then we might have found ourselves caught up in a number of dance routines performed by JG Dance (No, I'm not absolutely sure what the JG stands for - unless it's Jolly Good Dance?) We would have been pirates, or fireworks, or part of Aladdin's retinue.
It would have been exhausting trying to keep up. But interesting for the audience to see us try.
Biassed grandparents that we are, we find ourselves, as always, mesmerised by our Hazel on stage. She has the
advantage of having all her toes in perfect order, of course, as she belts out "Let It Go!" from Frozen, followed a little later by her solo from a forthcoming production of Avenue Q in which she plays Kate Monster. And here she is again, playing Jasmine in
Aladdin, with James of the Broken Toe as a Green Genie. I'm talking colour here, by the way, not commenting on his environmental credentials. It seems strange that Our Jack isn't there on stage with his sister as he has been in past years - hopefully he will
find himself treating the boards again soon up in York where he has just started at Uni.
We return home to the Youngest of the Darling Daughter's house, full of all the joys of a good night out - with lots
of money raised, we trust, for the Mayor's Charity. It's too dark to check on whether the Tooth Fairy has been out collecting while we have been enjoying ourselves.
being possessed of fairy powers, she will be able to see in the dark? I wouldn't like her to fall and break something.
Like a toe, for example...