Saturday, March 20, 2010
Rugby, ballet, rugby
I was a good godfather this morning, and went to Morg's very first rugby tournament, at which he was playing for his school. He played in all four games, and although they didn't win any of them, they were the B team, and all a year or so younger than their opponents. A number of games were lost mainly on speed and size. Anyway, I shouted loudly, and was proud of my godson.In the afternoon, it was the dress rehearsal (paid, though - for charity) for Jo's ballet show. The extra year since the last one really showed, and she was much more convincing than last time. She was a Tellytubby, a pixie, a Victorian urchin, a pearly queen, did a tap thing, and was part of a "going to Barbados" swimming costume thingy. I had Miri in the audience, and sent Moo texts throughout, some of which she felt able to read out to the other mums and parents backstage.
And now we're watching the rugby. England are 7-9 down to France at the moment.
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