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Date: 06 November 2004 22:16:24
Jack, I promise I'll ring on Monday and make an appointment. No excuses, I'll do it. Watch this space.
(I daren't mention that it hurts again or you'll tell me off! )
Meanwhile, it's been a nice calm tantrum-free day today, and Tiddles was amazed to hear that he wasn't grounded from going to the theatre, despite last night's performance. He has a whopping great bruise on his forehead from banging it against the wall, and daren't mention how much it hurts because he knows..well, he knows! (OK, Jack, you can stop saying "Like mother, like son"!)
The Gondoliers was brilliant. It brought back fond memories of the G&S society at university where Gondoliers was the very first operetta I took part in. I'd love to do it again now. That and the prison chapel are the two things that are my only regrets about my responsibility as a mother - well, that and when toy cupboards are flying past my head, of course! ;) But all four of us thoroughly enjoyed the afternoon, and the seats were just sufficiently uncomfortable to allow my Dad to stay awake and enjoy the whole thing instead of only catching snippets. Smudgelet was slightly over-taxed by the length of it and rather irritatingly kept taking my hand to hold and play with - which wouldn't have been so bad had Tiddles not been sitting between us! The performance was, as always, incredibly polished considering it's am dram - although am dram on the Island is something of a delight generally - though I don't recall the version of Gondoliers that we put on at university having a reference to Tony Blair and to wind turbines at Wellow.......
The amateur dramatics continued after the show, though Dad commented that there was nothing amateur about them - they were pretty expert! We got to the carpark, which was shrouded in darkness, and our car was parked at the far end. When we got there, Dad realised his leg-bag was full and slipped behind a tree to empty it. Slipped was, however, the operative word. I don't know what made me turn round as I was being very discrete and waiting by the car with eyes averted and deliberately distracting the boys when Dad slipped without a sound and silently rolled down the bank until wedged against a tree trunk. It was horrible, though fortunately his body wasn't as hurt as his pride. He and I managed to turn him to a position where he could sit upright (and I quickly turned the tap off!), then we called Tiddles (who was still tactfully looking the other way!) and fetched him to help lever Dad to his feet. We were all rather shaken - apart from Smudgelet, of course, who promptly fell asleep in the back of the car and snored in time to our singing on the way home.
M is taking Dad to church tomorrow while we go to our own. I've got the intercessory prayers to do. Shame my printer isn't working, isn't it? I think I've forgotten how to use a pen!