If you stumble across me in the coming days singing to myself in my car at the traffic lights, or performing dramatically to my reflection in the rear-view mirror, never fear.
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I am no less sane than usual.
I am just busy rehearsing for my part as a servant in the Warbucks mansion for the Horsham Arts Council’s Annie.
It’s a bit dangerous when I’m driving and trying to practice harmony because I have to close my eyes to concentrate on hitting the right notes.
This certainly does not bode well for the stage, as I am required to sing, dance and act all at the same time.
Which is definitely a stretch for me, when my eyes are squeezed shut for lengthy periods.
Practising in front of the mirror may not prevent me from looking like a goose, but at least I’ll know what I’m up against.
It might also help me to understand why my daughters are rolling their eyes, cringing in agony.
My baby girl has much better match fitness.
This 10-year-old is revelling in her role as the orphan Tessie – performing hand stands and flips, acting up a storm and singing with gusto.
Meanwhile, I find I am greatly challenged by walking in time to the music without stepping on too many other people.
As a French maid working with an English butler and an American cook, I nearly caused an international incident last week.
I dropped my name tag during a routine and had to manoeuvre around it to avoid stepping on the pin.
Think a whole pile of dominoes collapsing on each other, but with a house full of uniformed servants rushing around importantly in place of the little black and white game pieces.
Oh dear, I think I may have somehow gotten old without realising it.
I’m having an absolute ball though.
And I am feeling more than just a little bit guilty for skipping out of the house during bedtimes to laugh my way through each rehearsal with a bunch of very entertaining people.
Watching all the other cast and crew do their thing is an absolute pleasure.
And I cannot believe I get to enjoy a front row seat to see each glorious scene develop.
Call me biased, but I think it will be great.
Hope you have your seats sorted, too.
Yolande Grosser