…Practiced the assembly.
Did the assembly.
Nobody clapped when I had finished my piece.
Andrew made a very bad mistake in his piano piece.
Nobody laughed or clapped during and after our puppet show…
*Sob*.
Twenty-five years ago today
A real-time rummage through my old diaries
Oh God, that sounds soul destroying. No one clapped. No one laughed. It’s like the Killing Me Softly scene in About A Boy.
Why not?
I need to know more details.
Agreed. We need more details. How did Andrew mess up? Who is Andrew? What were the puppets actually of? Was the whole thing a comedy skit?
More details to come tomorrow.
I’m heartbroken by this. I hope tomorrow’s entry isn’t written from a hospital bed after you tried drinking a gallon of Domestos.
Crikey, I know this feeling only too well. Children’s cruelty is something beyond humankind at times.