Show

On returning home from the coal mines, I was entreated to a show which small child had devised all by herself.

I was given a ticket for entrance, and two badges, one saying I was a monitor and the other was a princess badge with the number five on it.

Upon entering the "theatre" (her bedroom), she then stood and informed me in a brazen fashion that she had prepared a ballerina show, and if I watched I too could do it.

Anyway, a bit of toe pointing, spinning, lots of spinning and a courtsey later, she was done.

I am not sure where any of this came from, but it was nice none the less, who knows tomorrow my tea may be ready. Hungry work being a miner.