I don’t believe I have put this on before, but if I have, well, have it again. The man himself, this time singing Anyone Can Whistle. I love that musical.
My expertise is in war and calamity - I fly in where I am needed and my job is to assess whether the country/region is heading towards FUBAR, and whether folks should get on the first flight out. My husband’s expertise is in order and progress. He props up his computer and his job is to assess whether the country/region is taking off and whether folks should rush in with their money in hand. I am awesome with restarting cars under the bloody summer sun, and he is fabulous in hosting garden parties right down to ice-cold hors d’oeuvres. We are taking a sabbatical to do a private project across Europe for the next three months. There is a betting pool on whether our marriage will survive,
In other news, I am back home with ice packs and great drugs. The dear man has decided that the best get-well-gift is a pair of tickets to watch Arthur Darvill in Once tonight. Pain be damned.