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  • On a wet damp Sunday afternoon
    we race through the rain
    to the theatre.

    A cluster of children, parents, grandparents collected together in damp doorways.
    Giggles, noise, excited shouting.

    We meet our friends
    also sticky, hot, overexcited
    and bustle into our seats.

    The back row of the stalls so small (sorry, big) boys can stand on seats to see if needed.
    Two boys using Gruffalo’s on sticks
    as light sabres.

    The lights dim.
    The Gruffalo’s Child begins.

    Instead of watching the show
    I often look over at Jacob’s face.
    He is absolutely mesmerised.

    We have been to see a few shows,
    all have been good with
    ‘Ben and Holly’s Little Kingdom’
    being particularly effective.
    But the way these three actors
    some basic staging
    and a very vivid Gruffalo outfit
    told one of well loved stories
    was very impressive.

    We sang the made up songs.
    We clapped.
    We cheered.
    Jacob sat in his seat engrossed
    for nearly the whole hour show.

    Only in the last five minutes did we have a small yawn.
    He is only 4 after all.
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