Eeek! There’s a hole in my bucket, dear Liza, dear Liza!
Well, not quite! When we got home from the first Dead Silent show Brains casually announced . . . “Oh, yeah, Mum, there’s a hole in one of my ballet shoes! It’s quite big!” Indeed it was! Late on a Friday night, and not a chance of getting new shoes for Saturday’s show. Because here in Wellington, […]
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