I
was dressed in a completely inappropriate shade of pink - not the proper colour
for a shepherd, but when I gave my mother the note from my infant teacher
asking parents to support the class’s production of the Nativity by providing
costumes for their child, Mum had looked at the overflowing basket of dirty
laundry, calculated the time it would take to pull out the twin tub and run
through a couple of batches of washing then get it dry before tomorrow’s dress
rehearsal (it already being teatime and a week since the teacher had given me
the letter), she’d decided a ‘make do with what you have to hand’ approach was
the only way to go.
Which
is why, next day, I stood by the manger with my fellow shepherds in a bright
pink breast cancer awareness t-shirt - inside out to hide the lettering – and a Guinness beer towel clasped on my head with a bungee cord from dad’s tool box.
Classic.
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Photo by Nick Fewings on Unsplash
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