The evidence to the right reveals the texts I sent to Daughter One, to prewarn her that we were on our way to collect her and G3 (aged 9) on our way to the theatre on Wednesday evening.
When we are giving Daughter One a lift I usually send countdown texts, commencing as we leave our house, to give her some idea of when we will arrive.
Occasionally, DH has gone sailing past the turning for the road where she lives - in which case the numbers start to go back up again... However, I have to confess that sometimes the numbers start to rise again, just because I am feeling a tad mischevious!
On this occasion, the numbers reflected the house numbers that we passed, which rather confused Daughter One.
"I think they are getting closer..." was her interpretation of the data submitted.
Our journey to the theatre began back in early summer. The production was ging to be VERY popular, so I knew I had to get my booking in early, or we would be relegated to the narrow seats, and reduced visibility and legroom of the circle.
So it was that in May and early June I was encouraging folks to sign up for White Christmas before they had the opportunity to savour the summer! Fortunately, they humoured me, and by the time I came to place the booking, 21 people had signed up to go.
Fast forward to chilly November, and I am arranging lifts.
Chilly November lives up to its name, as the day we go to see White Christmas brings our first proper sleet and snowflakes of the season!
"Look on the bright side," I advised DH, "At least the weather is helping to get us in the mood for this wintery tale!"
Experience has taught me that not all of those who sign up will actually be in the theatre on the day, particularly if they had to book up six months in advance! This visit was no exception.
Just when I was feeling complacent, apologies started coming in - for the very best of reasons I might hasten to add! Now anyone who wanted to come had signed up in the first place, so I knew we would struggle to fill the now vacant seats.
The transport was rejuggled, to reflect the latest information, rearranged, and then tweaked some more.
Finally, I end up with 22 people for 21 seats. The seating plan shows that there are still some seats available. My extra person decides to come anyway.
The plot is the tried and tested routine of many theatrical performances - couple meet, fall in love, a misunderstanding leads to break up and heartache. The row is resolved, all is forgiven and they all live happily ever after.
It bears very little resemblance to real life, but provides plenty of opportunity for song and dance routines, which is, what it is all about - an evening of escapism.
Wednesdays are a long day for the KHT with over two hours of travelling and lots of social interaction.
Towards the beginning of the production, the lighting is atmospheric (low), the theatre is cosy and the music is relaxing.
Three songs in and the KHT is out like a light.
I nudge her awake, but within a couple of minutes, she is asleep again.
How can I complain after I slept through part of 'The Grinch Who Stole Christmas' the other week? The tempo of the musical becomes more upbeat, with brighter lighting and livlier music. The KHT opens her eyes to feast upon the rest of the performance, refreshed after her power nap.
Half time and DH is despatched to obtain the obligatory ice creams.]
Too soon the final curtain falls at the end of a brilliant performance by the local operatic society.
The next morning we woke to a white world, courtesy of the first real frost of the winter.
Never mind Christmas, November is beginning to look rather white!
Chilly November lives up to its name, as the day we go to see White Christmas brings our first proper sleet and snowflakes of the season!
"Look on the bright side," I advised DH, "At least the weather is helping to get us in the mood for this wintery tale!"
Experience has taught me that not all of those who sign up will actually be in the theatre on the day, particularly if they had to book up six months in advance! This visit was no exception.
Just when I was feeling complacent, apologies started coming in - for the very best of reasons I might hasten to add! Now anyone who wanted to come had signed up in the first place, so I knew we would struggle to fill the now vacant seats.
The transport was rejuggled, to reflect the latest information, rearranged, and then tweaked some more.
Finally, I end up with 22 people for 21 seats. The seating plan shows that there are still some seats available. My extra person decides to come anyway.
The plot is the tried and tested routine of many theatrical performances - couple meet, fall in love, a misunderstanding leads to break up and heartache. The row is resolved, all is forgiven and they all live happily ever after.It bears very little resemblance to real life, but provides plenty of opportunity for song and dance routines, which is, what it is all about - an evening of escapism.
Wednesdays are a long day for the KHT with over two hours of travelling and lots of social interaction.
Towards the beginning of the production, the lighting is atmospheric (low), the theatre is cosy and the music is relaxing.
Three songs in and the KHT is out like a light.
I nudge her awake, but within a couple of minutes, she is asleep again.
How can I complain after I slept through part of 'The Grinch Who Stole Christmas' the other week? The tempo of the musical becomes more upbeat, with brighter lighting and livlier music. The KHT opens her eyes to feast upon the rest of the performance, refreshed after her power nap.
Half time and DH is despatched to obtain the obligatory ice creams.]
Too soon the final curtain falls at the end of a brilliant performance by the local operatic society.The next morning we woke to a white world, courtesy of the first real frost of the winter.
Never mind Christmas, November is beginning to look rather white!
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