In readiness for the show that will disguise our escape from Colditz, Poppy and I practised being a pantomime horse. I was the front end and she was the rear. I ate the grass.
It was a stressful day, especially when Poppy bit through the braces which were holding up the policeman’s trousers. He blew his whistle and we both ran.
I was then the compere that called on the clowns and also the person who had to put his head in the lion’s mouth. I used it’s Adam’s apple as a microphone and addressed the crowds that had gathered.
The evening was spent going to and fro balancing a sea lion on my head. Only once did it drop it’s ball.