Which may have been a blessing in disguise really, as the boys were late to bed tonight, having attended this:
I had been asked to perform a (long) Pam Ayres poem - Merry Christmas - Give Us Your Money. I couldn't quite channel the Berkshire accent, and ended up a bit Somerset crossed with Wiltshire, but it went well.
The concert itself was wonderful - a mixture of carols, vocal solos, violin solos, poetry readings (even managed to get a Canadian to read Robert Frost)(I know, but it sounds similar to us) and there was a video of adventurer and explorer Jock Wishart reading Captain Scott's last letter to J.M. Barrie. I think Jock himself was off getting an OBE.
All was in aid of the Peter Pan Moat Brae Trust. The website's here: http://peterpanmoatbrae.org/
Meanwhile, here's a little of Pam herself. One of her finest, I think.
And what with the children being home, the Grave with Lights draw will be taking place later today. With a tarantula. You've got to be in it to win it! See a few posts down.
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