Almost Dick Whittington

This week we have been in dual mode. We have been loving having Garrick here with us and have been doing lots of activities together (more on that in later posts). We have also been recovering from the onslaught of Robbie's activities which culminated last week with pantomime performances, an interschool soccer tournament, an interschool cross-country and a choir performance. Did I leave anything off the list?

Here's some panto pics from "Almost Dick Whittington" by the Doha Players. I hadn't really had too much to do with pantomimes before - they are a Christmas show based on a fairy story with music and dance, an English tradition with lots of audience participation, "bombs" exploding, villains, and of course one or two cross-dressing dames. Garrick arrived that morning from his long-distance flight and we dragged him off to see the show. It was great fun. We deafened ourselves with our audience participation, laughed, sang and then had to talk in post-party voices on the way home. Here's some pics of the budding star.

Make up call.

Whistle while you work.

Scrub scrub scrub.

The whole cast.

Post panto, by midweek, as I was dragging him out of bed to run in his cross-country, Robbie confided in me that he wondered if he had taken on too much, and he didn't want to get out of bed because he felt "bloody tired". I told him I felt a bit that way myself and nevermind, it was nearly all over and he would feel proud of what he had achieved once everything settled down. And he does. He has the certificates from school to prove it. He also got a certificate from Mr Gribble, his teacher, for best all-round improvement in the class. Now that's a real achievement.