Our Last Supper tonight was a bit of a hoot. Grandma had to leave the room a few times to "collect herself", and afterwards said she hadn't laughed so much in years!
The kids knew it was me and Mr G dressed up, but somehow they related to us differently in costume, hanging on our every word and speaking oh-so-politely.


Mr G sounded like a Greek fruiterer and kept going on about fishing and "kebabs, peeps"! I'm not sure I sounded much better (a cross between a South African and a Russian??!!)
There were a couple of serious moments when the kids would be listening to my (very enlightening and inspiring) stories and that crazy "Peter" would come in and start doing a dance from Fiddler on the Roof or something and distract them!
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(Miss Fab whispered to Grandma after I had left in my time machine, "Grandma, I know it was mummy being Mary, but wasn't she a good actress?" Tee hee)
Here's a video clip that Grandma secretly shot... the first bit is pretty funny (although it does drag on a bit at the end) but you'll get the general idea!)