My youngest daughter’s school production of “Chitty Chitty Bang Bang” was staged a couple of weeks ago and the thing I’ll miss most has almost nothing to do with the musical. It’s the twice-weekly sojourn to school to pick her up after rehearsals in the late afternoon. I’d clear my calendar, set up shop in a Zus café nearby and work until the text arrived telling me it was time to come and get her. It was a good gig.
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