We’ve been to see George’s Marvellous Medicine at the Orchard Theatre in Dartford today, and great fun it was, too – for both the grown-ups and the children. I can still remember having George’s Marvellous Medicine read to me when I was at primary school, and being blown away by it then. Millie’s had it read to her, too, and loved it as much as I remember loving it three decades ago, so we knew she’d love to see it at the theatre – and we were right.
Short enough for Amber not to lose interest, with plenty of call and response and slightly risque (if you’re five years old) humour, both girls had a whale of a time there. The theatre was jam-packed full of children and parents – there didn’t seem to be a single empty seat in the auditorium – and watching both Millie and Amber during the performance it was plain to see why: Millie’s mouth was a big “O” of delight and Amber followed all the actions that the actors asked her to.
Basically, it was a delight from start to finish.
Amber was a bit nervous to begin with and sat on my lap for the first half, then in the Lovely Melanie’s for the second. And despite having three trips to the toilet in just two hours she still managed to wet herself on the train on the way home – which was more a problem for her than us because our train was diverted and we ended up having to take two buses to get home from Bexleyheath. 😦
Still, let it never be said that a pair of piss-soaked pants ever dampened Amber’s ability to enjoy herself…
We also have a new TV for the first time in about 10 or 11 years – a 32-inch LCD job that Amber and I picked up from Bexleyheath this morning and dragged home on the bus (yes, we have spent a lot of time in Bexleyheath today…).
We have a nice new digibox, as well, with a lot of undeniably sexy extra features all of which work very well. Sadly the one feature that has FAIL stamped all over it is the actual watching television bit, which is frustrating. For some reason it can’t pick up any TV signal at all, which I assume is a bug rather than a feature, so that’s going back to the shop.
And tomorrow…I’ve got the girls pretty much to myself. The Lovely Melanie is off…well, actually I have no idea; some completely inaccessible village outside south-west London. She’s going for a well-deserved lunch with her friends – and no children – so I’m taking care of the girls by myself. I’m hoping to get the rest of the back garden fence painted, too, but that may just be wishful thinking on my part…