Everyone, in my opinion, should have Something To Look Forward To. It's the story of my life, to be honest.
Oh, yes, indeed, I do believe in living for the day. Carpe
Diem and all. I'm just saying that it makes it easier to live for the present, to seize the day if you can spend that day looking forward to something. Just saying.
The Youngest of the Darling Daughters agrees
with me, on this as on many more fundamental issues of Love and Life. Where she disagrees - and I am sure there must be at least a few grey areas - she doesn't say. That way we live in Perfect Harmony and can spend an hour at a time on the telephone with the
only discordant note sounded by a querulous Mr B reminding me,loudly, not to stay on the phone for more than an hour or our chat will start costing us dear. "How many minutes now?" he keeps asking and it's not easy to answer because that would mean taking
the receiver away from my ear to check on the passing minutes and I might miss something important.
Over the last couple of days we have been phoning, texting, emailing and messaging each other in a continuous
stream as we sort out our latest Lunch and Theatre Jolly Jaunts. We now have Jolly Jaunts to look forward to right into September. I expect you are wondering what takes us so long but we are a democratic duo, each aware of the other's inclinations where theatre
seating plans are concerned.
The Youngest of the Darling Daughters, like her father, the Esteemed Mr B, believes that you get what you pay for. I, on the other hand, am always looking out for a bargain - even
if this means we will watch our latest theatrical treat from far up in "The Gods" - so far up that every actor on stage looks like one of Lowry's matchstick people. If challenged, I can point to the occasion when we were relocated from our bargain basement
seats up in the Gallery (now there's an oxymoron for you) to £60 a ticket seats in the Stalls. My daughter, however, will remind me of occasions when we have been so far up that she has felt a desperate need to hold tightly onto me all through the performance
in case I lose my bearings, come all over giddy and topple into the Dress Circle.
Where we are in total agreement is over the Dilemma of the Restricted View. Let's face it, much more information is needed
in order to come to a sensible decision. It's like the EU Referendum all over again. Will we be peering around one of those annoying columns which some short-sighted architect thought would add grandeur to his theatrical edifice. Or will we not be able to
see the whole stage unless we lean right forward in our seats, so irritating the folks behind us who didn't realise they would have a restricted view on account of us? Me, I can live with a slightly restricted view provided it doesn't leave me with a crick
in the neck, so spoiling my enjoyment both of the show and of trying to scoff a vanilla ice-cream in the interval.
Still, we have resolved every problem to our mutual satisfaction and are now booked in to
see "Half a Sixpence" in Chichester later this month and "Beautiful" in London in September. We will take the obligatory selfies of ourselves outside both theatres. We now have quite a collection of these photos - we look more or less exactly our same windblown
selves in all of them, but with a different billboard in the background. So much to look forward to..
Next week, looking forward, promises much pleasure. It's our monthly Birdy Group on Monday for a start,
while on Wednesday it is the seventeenth birthday of the Second Oldest Granddaughter, our Hazel Bagel. I am really looking forward to that. I do realise it's not my birthday, because all of us only have one of those a year - unless we happen to be Her Maj,
that is, though, bless her, she has to do things like Trooping the Colour on her official birthday. I wonder if she ever feels like saying, as my dear Dad used to say: "What's the good of a birthday if you can't do what you like?"
Hopefully Our Hazel will enjoy her birthday, doing exactly what she likes best. There will be presents, cards, a cake and a meal out. And, like it or not, I will be there.
I'm SO looking
forward to it.