Getting her dance on

Poor kids left to their own devices when I flatlined after an anxious morning appointment. I fell asleep under the bird feeder in the late afternoon (I never sleep during the day) and was lucky not to have been buried under bird poo, their peanut pecking was so frenetic. Tess entertained herself all day then briefly me too with a run through of her dance routines for the Sept dance show that we love seeing her in but are really terrible and have little patience for enduring the rest of the two hours.....just being honest folks. Wide eyed dance mums also scare me. A lot. So I don't know how to glitter spray a French pleat, sue me. (sorry Wendy, you are the exception of course!)