Dancing the dance that will never never die!

Bit of scene setting Chez Goddard this morning for a tale which for once needs no embellishment or creative licence from me 🙂

Scarlett and I had just had a bath together so she was naked with dripping wet hair and I believe wearing lipgloss, Davies and Ady had been tidying up the playroom and Ady had just turned the mad guitar intro to Michael Jackson’s Black or White up really really loud so Davies could listen to it. A bath was running for Ady and Davies which Davies had got loads of bath bubbles from to create a foam beard and was playing air guitar. I was upstairs getting dressed. Ady had had a busy morning, he’d had his toenails painted by Scarlett and was sporting one foot with bright pink and the other with bright purple, his old and rather snug tracksuit bottoms and an inside out T shirt. We’re expecting my parents over this morning so to amuse and entertain my Dad Ady had cut out a picture of the Queen’s head from some 80th birthday celebratory pull out picture bit of the local freebie paper, so her disembodied head was sellotaped to our front door.

The doorbell rang while we were upstairs so Scarlett answered it, naked and dripping. Davies brought up the rear sporting his foam beard and Ady leisurely followed to ensure it was indeed my parents to find two ladies trying to give Scarlett a copy of Watchtower and Scarlett trying to give them money for it (a 2p coin) which they were shouting over Michael Jackson’s song that they didn’t want, they just wanted to leave the magazine with our 3 year old. She lost interest and just chucked it at them, Davies went back to his air guitar playing and Ady smiled apologetically at them and agree that yes, it might be better to call at a more convenient time just as he followed the line of both women’s eyes down looking at his cheerily painted toenails….

Yep Jehovah came a-knocking but we were not home!