Today Mr B and I took possession of our Blue Badge. It reminded me of the excitement when being awarded my knitting badge at Brownies, the advantage of the Blue Badge being that you don't have to sew it on. It was, indeed,
a prize worth waiting for.
We were on our way to Hook in Hampshire to watch Team Baldwin in their latest stage production - but first we called in at the Library to collect our Blue Badge. A sweet librarian
came out to the car parked outside the Library to check that Mr B was who he said he was. He was. Which was fortunate as I had already paid over our ten pounds.
Blue Badge in our possession, we set off immediately
for Hook, where we knew the Youngest of the Darling Daughters was expecting us. We stopped off on the way at the Emsworth services to visit the facilities and to buy a cup of coffee to share - but mostly, to be honest, because we wanted to try out our Blue
Badge in anger, so to speak. We were able to park right outside the front entrance in a clearly sign-posted disabled bay. Ten out of ten to Emsworth Services, I say.
It isn't easy to get a Blue Badge these
days - nor is it easy to bring Stephen Sondheim's Into The Woods to the stage. So, take a bow all you talented members of the Limelight Theatre Group. I was worried that in trying to master the challenging complexities of Sondheim's score, the Limelighters
might lose sight of the story. I need not have worried. Mind you, at least one gent was confused. (And, no, I don't mean Mr B. Not this time anyway.)
For those of you who haven't seen the film of Into The
Woods, the first half follows the basic story lines of the most well-known of fairy tales, albeit the rather more grisly Brothers Grimm versions ( the mother of the Ugly Sisters saws off one daughter's toes and another's heel in a bid to fit their feet into
Cinderella's lost slipper.) The first half ends with the expected Happy Ever Afters - but be careful what you wish for. In Act Two everything goes, well, pear-shaped.
It was all a bit much for the elderly
gent in the smart suit who clearly thought the Interval marked the End of the Show, rather than what the Eldest of the Darling Daughters would term "Half Time"."Are they going back in?" he asked me, puzzled, when he saw everyone filing back to their seats
for tge Second Act. Indeed they are, I explained, because this is what really happened after Cinderella married her Prince, Little Red Riding Hood escaped the Wolf and Jack grew rich on the spoils garnered from the Land of the Giants at the Top of the Beanstalk.
Jack - as in, the real Jack, not the Beanstalk-growing Jack - came to see us before we headed off home, for a dinner of chilli and rice cooked by our ever-obliging Son In Law. He (as in, Jack) was pleased to hear that
we would be returning for a second helping of Into The Woods tomorrow. I'm sure the Son In Law would be almost as pleased if we asked for second helpings of his famous chilli.
The evening performance is under
way as I write. Cinderella ( our grand-daughter Hazel) will be wondering if she did the right thing in marrying her philandering Prince. Jack (grandson Jack, who else?) will be seeing Giants in the Sky. I am half-watching Strictly Come Dancing as I blog;
Mr B is gently snoring on the sofa by my side.
The Show is a success. The chilli was delicious. We have a Blue Badge after weeks of waiting. Tomorrow we will have an extra hour in bed.
All's well with the world.