If anyone had told me that at very nearly 50 I would be galloping round a little hall in Montgomery, neighing with some gusto...well I probably wouldn't be that surprised, actually. And I enjoy the maracas just a little too much. It's wasted on toddlers, although Baby C takes it very seriously and bawls when her instruments are pried away.
I'm delighted to say that I've got myself onto a Citizens' Committee run by Fraternité 2020. It's a voluntary position, a couple of hours a week, and will basically stop my brain turning to fudge. It will hopefully make me a bit more employable, and will be very interesting, and there will be grown-ups.
So I won't mind so much about spending the day covered in banana and having a three year old disown me in the Metro.
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