And where am I?
Sitting in a large, gradually filling auditorium.
Blogging from my iPhone.
What could have drug me from the comforts of home?
Hold on to your hats:
A dance recital.
Yeah, I have trouble believing it too.
But, it is for the Young'un.
So, here I am.
This is just the dress rehearsal; the show is tonight. And I don't even know what time this hint kicks off this morning. I might be here for hours. This would have been unthinkable for any of my boys. But for the Young'un, here I am.
To be fair, when her Dad an Uncles were her age I was working most Saturday mornings, and glad of it. Money was tight in those days. It's still tight, but loose enough to allow a Saturday dance recital.
I'll catch up on my sleep later.
3 hours ago