I wish people in Blighty were awake. When Sam is asleep and I want to call my friends everyone is frickin’ asleep. *grump*
Nicky – I’ve been trying to call you and Lynsey in between Sam sessions and have yet to get through. Seeing as it’s now well over a month since we received your fabulous Halloween present I feel awful I’ve not been able to say thankyou properly. Sam and I love the little orange shirt and socks, many thanks! Long sleeved tops are especially good at the moment and we were just about to resort to buying some more so that was fabulous, cheers. Cute socks too. *muah*
Speaking of pressies, I am SO excited about Christmas now. I actually found an Advent calendar on sale over here this year and today Sam and I opened the first window. We got a christmas tree picture and an angel chocolate. I have to say I really prefer the old school calendars with just the pictures (and glitter) and no chocolate. Once you take the chocolate and scoff it you are left with this ugly plastic mould and a half hearted picture hiding behind it, that’s no good!
And I’m being all conflicted about Christmas and religion lately too. I’m sure you all know that I’m really not big into religion and I just don’t see that if there is a God that s/he would want people to fake behave perfectly and then smite everyone else. I feel that regardless of belief if you try to live a good life and not hurt anyone else then all’s good. Yet, I still grew up in a Christian country and despite not being a believer take many of the traditions to heart.
I find it hard to imagine Sam going to school and not being part of a Nativity play. I (think I) remember Mum making Sy’s King costume (purple/red stretch fabric and spray painted with a doilly masked off) though I don’t really recall being in one myself. I do remember being in the TV room at lunchtime at Goytre County Fawr and being asked for nominations to play Mary, yet when I raised my hand not being blonde enough. I also remember being in primary school and the teacher asking us what class play we wanted to do that year. She (I’m thinking she was Mrs Collins, but I have no idea how/why I remember that name) read us a Crimble themed play her daughter wrote about fairies and elves in a wood, and then some dull play about presents coming to life at a Christmas party. I wanted to do the elvish play but got outvoted.
The next choice was what part to take in the play. Here, I got very self conscious and remember the teacher pushing me to take a written part. She tried really hard to get me to be one of the presents that came to life under the tree and take a turn. One girl was a toy bouncy ball and I was so jealous of the round beach ball costume her mum made for her. Another girl was a jewellery box ballerina and I wanted to be her too, practicing going up onto points. Instead, I backpedalled into being a generic kid at the party.
At the time Shaking Stevens was very big in the charts (at least amongst primary schoolers) and I loved to pretend to be him and do his shaking dance. (“This ole house ain’t got no windows!”) Yet, when asked to take part in the play and dance at the party I pretended I couldn’t. All the boys got to dance like Shakin’ Stevens at the front while I did the girl thing at the back of the stage and just shuffled from foot to foot. I swear I could’ve done the best Shakey impersonation there if I’d had the courage.
Anyway, I’ve had too much voddy and lost track of where I was going with this, maybe I’ll remember tomorrow? I’m sure Mum will read this and laugh and tell me how warped my little Kay memories are anyway.