The other day I made a joyful discovery while tooling around on Spotify for something to play while I houseworked. I found this Barbra Stresiand Broadway album, and when I started blasting it, my deep braincase remembered all the lyrics - I must have had this CD in an earlier time. It really made my -laundry-washing-up-folding-weeping-in-defeat housework routine a lot brighter.
The next morning, while grumpy children were eating toast, I said 'Do you want to see something?' and then I turned 'Putting it Together' up to eleven, and threw myslef into a super-cheeseball performance. It was word perfect (if I may be so bold), heavy on the jazz hands, and embarassingly expressive in every way.
Ivy stared, open-mouthed, at the whole show. Teddy looked to one side, both pained and ashamed. I finished with a big jazz flourish and Ivy cried 'Do it again!" "Never do that again,' said Ted.
Everyones a critic.
Here is Babs doing my number. She is pretty good too. I suggest you add her to your housework.