Bet you thought l had gone a.w.o.l. yesterday, oh no, dear reader, my normal blogging time of 7.30am found me scampering about outside in the pjs picking daffodils for Idgy's daffodil ceilidh at school.
Yes you read right, a daffodil ceilidh – not your normal Friday in the village school. No, the school was raising funds for the Marie Curie cancer charity by holding this little ceilidh for two classes in the afternoon. The children had been learning country dances (including a bit of quite spectacular line dancing) for weeks, the gym hall was decorated with their lovely daffodil paintings, and we, the parents were invited along.
Now for the sad bit, we adults weren't just asked along to raise funds and fill the gym hall, oh no, we were to take part – in every dance! Oh joy, this took me right back to my school days and the tyranical Miss Gibb bellowing at me to 'keep in line, watch were you're going, pay attention', in one swift move l was ten again and hopelessly gallumphing round my own gym hall and always having to dance 'man' as l was tall.
But this was fun! everyone let themselves go and entered into the sheer spirit of Spring. Yes there was much springing and bounding around. Definately used up a few calories.
Then it was tea and cakes in the dining hall and a daffodil each to take home.
A lovely day.
Have a nice weekend.