The roof developed a leak a few weeks ago and not been very keen or adept at DIY, my solution was to put a bucket beneath to catch the drips.
My first thought was that the leak must be growing, or that another one had sprung, but there was no sign of damp elsewhere. It took a while to come to the obvious conclusion that the bucket itself had sprung a leak.
While I mopped up and found a replacement, it was inevitable that I should start whistling ‘There’s a Hole in my Bucket’ and that’s where the nostalgia crept in because it reminded me of it being sung in one of the Christmas pantomimes of my childhood.
If I remember correctly, it was part of Aladdin, performed at St Mark’s School, and sung as a duet between Widow Twanky and Wishy-Washy. (Bit of racial stereotyping there.)
A couple of things have puzzled me ever since. How did the hero of Arabian Nights get transposed to China? And how on earth do you mend a bucket with straw?
You will have heard of Harry Belafonte, but until now I didn’t know much of Odetta Holmes who was active in the civil rights movement, called ‘The Queen of American folk music’ by Martin Luther King no less.
I shall scan my memory bank for other pantomime favourites, but meanwhile here is a recording of Hole in my Bucket.