Launching the holidays
IT’S hard not to feel a vicarious twinge of excitement at the prospect of the end of the school term. The complications of domestic life may be strikingly increased in the weeks ahead, but the evident delight that the children feel at the prospect of the holidays—a seemingly endless future without homework—is infectious. So too is their pleasure in the various end-of-year rituals, such as the performance of class plays for parents. These are always timed with a complete disregard for the demands of the ordinary working day and there have been times where my wife and I have had to miss them. On those occasions, the drama and histrionics on the stage must have been a shadow of those we experienced at home.
Fortunately, this year, we managed one play each. Mine was set in the African plain with phalanxes of children in homemade animal costumes being ushered on and off the stage to sing songs. There was a continuous dialogue of smiles, waves and mouthed greetings exchanged between the actors and the audience. The plot went over my head, but everyone wanted the performance to be a triumph and, of course, regardless of long stage waits, stage fright and occasionally hesitant delivery, it was. JG