Friday afternoon, and Helen and I endured both stormy weather and about 3,000 fellow proud parents to get to Holly's nursery nativity play, titled Whoops A Daisy Angel!
Holly played a snowflake (the eponymous angel is a bit incompetent, so is relegated to counting snowflakes), and performed her role with great aplomb, smiling throughout, singing the right words, doing the right dance (those ballet lessons paid off!), and most importantly remembering to leave the stage when she was finished.
Louis joined in too, taking the stage to point at Holly and announce "Holly" to the assembled parents, only two of whom (at a rough estimate) found this enormously humourous and endearing.
In case you're wondering, Whoops A Daisy redeems herself when she's given a very special job guiding wise men, shepherds and other highly suggestible types to a lowly cattle shed somewhere in Palestine.
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