Very Cold Concert

Went to Mo's Christmas carols tonight - they held it in the back playground, which, with the school huts' windows lit up like stained glass, makes a natural amphitheatre, the bare trees of Wimbledon Common rising up behind the huts and the glittering stars overhead, all very lovely. Unfortunately, I did not notice any of this because I was SO BLOODY COLD. One hour in zero degree temperatures listening to the children torturing us to death carol by carol! At one point I thought Curly, lying in my arms, had actually died of the cold, but in fact she had only spontaneously gone into hibernation, in an automatic primaeval defense mechanism against the cold. This is what I imagine the annual carol concert down at the gulag would be like. God knows where the headmaster went to school himself, for him to think this was a good idea - Stalag Luft 13 perhaps?