It’s that time of year: the local kids come to watch Auntie Tilly dress up in funny clothes and act out execrable but well-intentioned scripts. Yes, Church Holiday Club is upon us once more.
It was more 'Pirates of Penance' than 'Penzance'
It seemed like a good idea last year when I volunteered; and I did enjoy it, which is why I volunteered again. But I forgot how scared I felt beforehand. I’m sitting here with caterpillar offspring where my stomach should be, and not liking it.
It also means, of course, beloved readers, that I won’t be around as much this week. I know, I know, it was selfish of me to schedule the decorating week so close to the holiday club week, but what could I do? I am much in demand, as I told the vicar when I cornered him about pleeeeease letting me in again.
They had to accept my help when they realised that the theme was jungle and I’m the only one who’s lived in Africa, so I have all the great props. I didn’t let on that in Africa we have bush, not jungle. It’s a common misconception and the kids won’t know the difference so don’t you say anything.
I have scheduled some short posts for you. I will get to your blogs and comments but I may be a day or two late. Don’t desert me.
Now, where did I put that spear? I’ll need it for the lion.*
*Spot the deliberate mistake.
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Footnote:
I’m having a giggle to myself this morning. Adding my tags, I used ‘jungle’ and thought I should include ‘bush’, because people confuse the two. One of this post’s themes is mistakes. A lot of people are going to be seriously annoyed when they Google President Bushisms and find themselves reading this.
Never misunderestimate the power of a good tag.
The Laughing Housewife 
I have the funniest readers in the blogosphere (not necessarily ha ha…)