Nostalgia ain't what it used to be.
In my day, a fun day at school consisted of (at best) a fire drill or something involving public corporal punishment.
I was born thirty years too soon.
Yesterday I was booked to teach two juggling workshops at a school having their annual Arts Day. How progressive, I thought. I figured the day would probably turn out to be me, an octogenarian singer and a local volunteer armed with tubs of finger paints.
I was wrong.
Students were allowed to choose to take lessons in any two of the following:
Hip hop dance
The intructors were dripping with credentials - many were professionals and those that weren't were overqualified anyway.
Brilliant day. I'd happily have ditched my students and run off to join any of the other lessons. Except the dancing ones because I dance like a beached manatee.
Daily photo - no rabbit today. Otter instead. (Taken at a sanctuary in England)
WMF Oliver Eduard Bahm
1 week ago