Choosing Carrots

The KHT is a great Beatrix Potter fan. When she was around eight years old we took her to Beatrix Potter's home Hilltop in the Lake District, where she wrote many of her books, and which is now owned by the National Trust.  The guides were absolutely delighted to meet a child who understood the significance of the holes in the skirting board and knew precisely which story they featured in and where. It should not, therefore, come as a surprise to hear that Friday's highlight was a trip to the cinema to see Peter Rabbit.

I have to confess I didn't really know what to expect, but I was pleasantly surprised and really enjoyed the film.  However, do not take small children to see it. Cute and fluffy it is not. There is even a dramatic death quite near the beginning. However, it is humorous, with a good moral message.  I am NOT going to spoil the story by telling you what happens - go and find out for yourself! Meanwhile, the KHT is considering eating carrots. Incidentally, eating carrots is NOT the moral message of the film, though it would be fitting if, as a consequence of seeing Peter Rabbit, fruit and veg consumption increased!

Before we went to the cinema we popped into Debenhams - a shop we rarely visit. The KHT likes to look and consider. The more surprising the clothing items, the more she likes to ponder on what it would be like to wear it, safe in the knowledge that she won't have to. Incidentally, she didn't buy anything, but I did, and no, it was nothing like the items on display.

The KHT likes to have a go at trying on any item of clothing that someone else is considering buying, especially if it is several sizes too large for her.
"Hmm. I look like a beanpole!" was her verdict when trying on a top I subsequently purchased. A beanpole I will never be!


We inspected the food on offer in the restaurant but she declared that there was nothing suitable. i.e. too much spinach in the egg sandwiches.








"I think we should go to M & S for one last time" she decided. I was pleased that she has understood that the store is closing.  All the customers were expressing their regrets and thanks to the staff, so it was a bit like a wake.









The shop itself looks rather empty and desolate, and it feels as if they are ready to wheel the remainder of the stock out at closing time. Which leaves you wondering if it is tomorrow they are closing or early April? A very sad time for the staff, the customers and for Redditch. I think the stock was reduced, but I didn't even want to look, feeling quite strongly that I do not want to be complicit in the closing of the store, yet I know by using companies like Amazon, for convenience, that I am.





The evening brought further sad news of someone I knew, whose book of life has closed with what feels like too few chapters written in in it. There are things we cannot control - like the time of our passing, or the closing of a store, and there are things we can control, like going to see a funny film and eating carrots. I like carrots.