I watched my daughter at her after-school drama workshop on Monday.
She was delighted (and mightily relieved) I dressed up for the occasion.
By dressing up she mean't I was wearing my normal jeans/hoody streetwear.
You see for much of the last six weeks I've been wearing dodgy at-home-comfort clothing (much like the guy pictured above).
Her biggest fear was not the live performance but the fact that Dad might front in his 'cancer clothes' (her words not mine).
Pee
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Didn't you do well then? Made her very happy. JMc
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