Concerts and more

One of the many good things about being a grandmother is school concerts. You don't have to worry about the rehearsals, getting costumes made or collecting the children afterwards. All you have to do is get to the hall in time.

Little Ashleigh was a sunbeam. Shiny in a lurex top. [Where else would you look with delight at lurex?] She spotted her fans early in the proceedings and was ready to climb off the stage to sit comfortably with her family.

Rachel, a veteran of three concerts, knew we were there, but chose to ignore us, except for one or two glimmers. Dresses in bright yellow - she sang her 'Bandy Chicken Song' with enthusiasm. 

The whole concert took less time than it did for me to drive there and back. 

But then, what are grandparents for??