Small boy: I'm seven! How old is your little sister?
Me: She's twenty-two.
Happy birthday Stephieann!
As I probably mentioned once or thrice, last week I was treading the boards. (It went very well, thank you. Stay tuned for the inevitable 'I was in a play' post sooner or later) Show week coincided with half-term, which meant that I was able to spend the entire week doing lovely things (and by 'doing lovely things' I mean 'staying in the pub until closing time every night') with my thespian friends. I'm firmly of the opinion that if I wear flowers in my hair that means it IS summer, so my pal Hannah and I prepared for opening night by going for a stroll through the park.
What's that I spy looming on the horizon? Why, it's HMS Pinafore!
My dress is from Primark, my jacket is from Oasis, my scarf is from H&M and my boots are so knackered that I almost left them to achieve immortality in the Shoe Tree...
|Don't do it, Bette! You'll have to walk home barefoot!|
|Dazzling, wasn't she?|