Scary, moi?

My role in Fiddler on the Roof requires me to shriek and scream and then sing (which is all surprisingly difficult) and generally be scary. Apparently I am succeeding in the general scariness factor – which is fine when I’m in character, not fine when I arrive home and my husband cowers on the sofa as I walk towards him after he has dropped a chocolate bar wrapper on the floor. On the plus side, it shows he is realising that chocolate bar wrappers belong in the bin and not on the floor (husband training is working!) but honestly – scary, moi?