The two poetry books I told you about last week weren’t the only free things I’ve had lately. Feel free to read on.
Thanks to ShowFilmFirst, I got two free tickets to see a preview of Annie Get Your Gun at Manchester Opera House a couple of weeks ago. I took Spud, who has discovered a love of stage musicals since Godspell. Jason Donovan played Frank Butler. He was really good…except for the singing. His voice was weak, like he had a cold or something. I was disappointed. Despite that, we enjoyed the show, especially Emma Williams as Annie Oakley. When she told Frank she could do anything better than him, she wasn’t kidding – she sang the highest and then the longest note I have ever heard. When she finally let the note go, the whole audience sucked in a breath for her. Fabulous.
I have been absent from the blogosphere because I needed the time to catch up on poems – I have managed to edit, type, print and file 71 poems so far this month. I was aiming for one a day so I’m pretty pleased with myself. With another thirteen notebooks to work through and an average of thirty poems per notebook, I only have another 390 poems before I’m finished and will be back with you. See you in November!
Freedom to Boast
I have availed myself of this particular freedom ever since I beheld my first screaming baby. I honestly don’t understand parents who don’t boast about their kids. It’s hardwired to my genes.
Watch out, those of you who don’t understand me – here’s a boast coming up: Spud received a letter yesterday to say that he has won the school Drama Prize. We have to spend two hours of boredom on Speech Day in a fortnight’s time, for our ninety seconds of glory when he goes up to accept the award. Those 7,110 seconds of tedium will be worth it, believe me. I’m bursting with so much pride, I had to rescue my fat clothes from the charity bin.
I watched the story of Meriam Ibrahim unfold on the news. If you missed it, she was imprisoned and sentenced to death for refusing to renounce her Christian faith; and adultery because her Christian marriage was considered illegal. She was heavily pregnant at the time of her imprisonment and was chained to the floor to deliver her baby. It made me grateful that I live in a country where no one particularly cares which God I worship; or how.
More Free Time
Spud has finished his exams! His official, state-mandated schooling is over for ever. Congratulations, Spud, for surviving school and growing up into a well-rounded young man in spite of your helicopter parents. You’ll soon be free of us and able to paint your face blue and bare your bum without having it smacked. Enjoy university.
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