Wednesday 25th
November 2015
On Saturday Pete and I rushed our way through the Christmas parade, in the
city centre. We had to be in Lewisham
(about ¾ hour away…) around noon and the
parade started at 11 so our best tactic was walk around its full length, peering over heads as we went. Not quite as
peaceful as sitting on a window ledge seeing the whole thing; what we got was a
bit fast-forward, but never mind, we saw the whole thing, and we just loved
it. Bands, fairies, superheroes, Wilderness Society,
a large contingent of cheery Buddhists with a long fabulous dragon, Polish
dancers, and – my favourite – a small contingent of Ethiopians, replete with
giraffes.
When we arrived at lunch – not late at all; Pete is a Time Lord and
frequently bends the space-time continuum – our friends were more than astonished
that we had been to the parade. Without children!!! Why would anyone ever do such a thing? We tried to explain how great it is, such a
cheery community event, so eccentric. We
didn’t get a chance to explain how we has loved watching the dragon dancers, chanting
OMMM, as they carefully threaded their way around an enormous horse poo,
dropped by one of the elegant carriage horses a few places ahead. Or how good the army band was, how nice to
see the Waimea Heights Primary children skipping their way around the block, as
they do every year.
The thing is, I am sure that when any of us go travelling – we go to
watch a passing parade, with great enjoyment!
Without children! So why wouldn’t we watch our own?
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