Yes, it is another speech tournament weekend. Days filled with anxiety, excitement, exhaustion. Halls packed with friends, soon-to-be-friends and strangers. Nights with gracious hosts who willingly squeeze us into their loving home.
As we drove we listened to
Jane Eyre read by Juliet Stevenson. She is the perfect voice for the story.
But a Friday morning is time for straightening ties, drinking lots of coffee, choosing the day's hairstyle and finding the car keys. I live in terror of losing the car keys on these speech weekends, but they were found...in a coat pocket...in the suitcase...of an anonymous child. So, all is well.
Back to the competition!!
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