Wee Willie Winkie, Grammaretto!
You have just stirred up a memory for me, some 70 years old.
At primary school, we had to come dressed as someone or something from a nursery rhyme. I've no idea what I went as, but I do remember staff taking great trouble to make sure no child was left out, either through forgetfulness, or lack of money or commitment from home.
That is how Geoffrey C, a shy and clearly disadvantaged 5 year old, emerged from the back of the stage as Wee Willie Winkie.
A large white sheet with a hole for the head, à la poncho, a candle in a candlestick holder and a rather silly, we thought, white nightcap with bobble.
My brother is 6'7", taking after my father. He used, in his smarter days, to frequent branches of High and Mighty - my poor mother trying to kit him out! Both he and Dad excelled at badminton, not unsurprisingly.
I am sorry that you might be losing Aatoa in the future, Kaimoana, but I know you will happy for her, despite real sadness on your part. When do your tutorial lessons start?
A duty FT catch up with one of my Malaprop family- the one who 'likes to see your face' and checks that your eyes aren't wandering towards the mantlepiece clock ....., thereby removing any hope of some multitasking
I struggled gamely in a conversation extolling the health virtues of calamine tea,
but what finished me off was her memory of my wedding, '^you wore that lovely floral crown with gerbils'^
Yes, honestly.