The Best Laid Plans
For a start the anniversary day when I planned to watch our old cam- corder videos had to be adjusted to fit in with the electrician and the silent doorbell. So people were requested not to phone between Sunday and Monday lunch time and the electrician would come Monday afternoon. Monday morning the bell started working so in the end after a quick examination we decided to leave it and he didn’t charge me.
It was a relief to find I could get the videos to work in a newish TV and the first one had me wondering who on earth the people were – going back to 1997and then I realised it was my old friend Margaret’s daughter’s wedding.
The family were concerned I would get upset but it was so delightful to see our adventures in Ireland, Canada and especially Scotland – Alastair’s most favourite place on earth – that there were more smiles than tears remembering the fun we had, the teasing and always the comfort of knowing that even returning after the most wonderful holiday it didn’t matter because we were still together.
Mum always used to say, when I had been particularly giddy:“There’ll be tears before bed-time,” and as usual she was right. There was this feeling of – well I’ve done the year – that landmark is over. Now what? I began to feel lost and desolate. And then the phone started ringing and hadn’t stopped by supper- time so I had to unplug it.
The night before I woke at 1.50am – about the time Alastair left me and on the day I received from his
the annual report with his obituary in which had been arranged in the summer and
could have come any time during the month.
On Tuesday Joy and I had lunch at the Bistro and Kim said the day before
she had had an overwhelming urge to walk up the lane to see me – not knowing what
day it was -. but she didn’t as “it would have been rude” Oxford College
I told her about the day and she said she felt a strange cold feeling coming over her and was obviously a bit shaken. There are more things in Heaven and Earth, Horatio.
Yesterday was our trip to
to see West side Story and those plans went slightly awry. Veronica discovered that she needed to have
work done on her eyes so wasn’t able to drive so Chris (M), Joan and I went
with Peter who is a very fast driver (my age) but I’m happy to say a very good
driver. Veronica, Elaine and James were
driven by Chris (F) in her tiny red car.
We were guided by a charming lady on Peter’s Satnav and the others by
Google via James. I asked Peter what
happened if he went wrong. Bristol
“She maintains her equanimity with great aplomb but I think she gets a bit sick of me at times when she has to do the re-calculating.’
In the other car it was more exciting with heated debates twixt James and his Google and Elaine- a frequent driver to
Miraculously we converged at the designated car park to find ‘CAR PARK
FULL’ although we could see cars exiting.
We had a couple of drives around and then back at the DCP a couple of us
got out it the freezing cold until we found a man in a yellow jacket - apparently
the machine was broken but he fiddled until at last the bar was raised and we
zoomed up to the 8th floor. Bristol
On our way to the theatre Joan was so little and light I almost felt I could carry her.And when we reached the doors the usherette said we couldn’t enter without out tickets (Veronica had the tickets) but as it was so cold she said to me “I’ll let your mother in but you have to wait outside.” I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry.
Eventually we mustered – in the gods. The seats were so precipitous one felt the slightest tap on ones back and one would tip over into the auditorium – about half a mile below.
As most of you know the show is excellent and this was a highly energised production with a Maria the most trilling of song birds, a young enthusiastic cast and a great orchestra conducted by a wraith of a boy who felt every note in his being – and so did we.
My only crit – it wasn’t clear enough – to me - who were the Jets and who were the Sharks- but it didn’t matter. Was that really a gang rape?
On the way home we were separated from the other car, Peter dropped us all off and there was a frantic message from Veronica not knowing what had happened as Peter had his mobile switched off – not a rarity in this age group.
The other car ended up ‘dropping off’ out of Minehead and had a hairy drive over the moor in blinding fog and somehow got the rear end in a hole and damaged the car. I suspect this is not going to be a regular outing and Minehead theatre is beginning to look more attractive by the hour.
I still haven’t solved the problem of posting photos. One bit of advice said to click on the Content Selector button but I’m darned if I can find it. As for my broken Kindle that won’t recharge, could it possibly need new batteries?