Is that a dagger I see before me?

I was just recovering from the news that my son’s year’s performance of MacBeth was going to be 75 minutes (not the 25 I had factored into my day), when my husband asked me to step outside for a sec.

That sounded serious.

Concerned, I headed out the door to see my Dad and sister!

Fresh off the plane from NZ.

They even had reserved seats in the front row (my plan to sneak out part way obviously foiled).

They’d managed to see my daughter as they arrived and my son’s jaw dropped as he entered the hall. He couldn’t stop waving, but he still managed to smash his soliloquy.

It turns out this had been in the pipeline for months and that my husband just about broke under the pressure of organising it and keeping it all a secret. I did think it odd that I hadn’t spoken to mum much (she wasn’t so confident about keeping it quiet) and that dad might have been losing it, but I had no idea. Turns out quite a number were in on it.

After dad’s second brush (well, full on dunking) with cancer, I didn’t think we’d see him on this side of the world again. Let alone my sister, who has four kids and a hectic life at home.

Amazing, wicked, epic…. there are not enough words for how much it means to me.

Thanks.