Louie the Fly

My sister and her kids left today for Canberra. The house is suddenly quiet. Quiet and messy. It's been an action-packed, fun-filled 11 days, which I think exhausted all of us. At some stage I may find the energy to blog some bits and pieces. But today I am still mildly whacked from a full and tiring day at our School Fete yesterday in 35 degree heat. So I am just posting a funny sequence of photos (taken by my sister) of the finale of my Tap School's performance at said Fete. The performance went very well despite the heat - luckily we were the first act but even at 10.30am that stage was pretty hot and I all but burnt my hand handling the metal tap-plate on my shoes at the end of the gig. Anyway. Here you can see the Cherub and the Son-of-The-Guy, giving their all as Tapping Flies who have just been sprayed with (pretend) flyspray, with full artistic interpretation of the instruction lie down on your back with your hands and feet in the air and buzz like a dying fly.