WELL, it’s been a varied few weeks which has involved interesting theatre visits, the eating of Afghan food and the stroking of many cats.
First, Transatlantic Sessions at the Royal Festival Hall.
I know I am inclined to hyperbole but we have never seen so many brilliant folk/blues musicians and singers playing under the same roof.
Do try to catch up with their BBC4 series, and, if it’s your sort of thing, try to see them live on their next tour.
We celebrated two birthdays at an Afghan restaurant in Harrow. Our group of family and friends included several Afghanis who came here as refugee children in the 1990s and had great support from Uxbridge College.
Now they are married and working hard to support families of their own.
Next was Hymn at the National Theatre, a monologue by Alan Bennett, one of my favourite writers.
We thought £15 for our seats was reasonable for London prices, until we discovered that it was only half an hour long!
We had friends who felt cheated paying 50p a minute, but Mr F was delighted.
He said it could be squeezed easily between a drink before, and a meal after, and that all plays should be that long (short).
Last week we celebrated our wedding anniversary and Mother’s Day with Fisher Junior (FJ) and Son-in-Law in Wales. Non-stop treats included meals out (and equally delicious meals in), walks by the sea with their dog, and to the cinema to see Oz the Great and Powerful.
Loved the first half of the film but thought the second half went on a bit.
FJ is a volunteer at the RSPCA so I went with her to tend the rescue cats, then it was home to Hillingdon through a mini blizzard and a nasty shock on the M40 when we had to drive over a wooden plank in the middle lane at high speed with no room for manouvre.
We just crashed over it, and I briefly – and stupidly – thought as I contemplated possible damage to us or the car: at least I won’t have to go to the dentist tomorrow.