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Preparations and a Theatre Trip

This evening, me and my girl (if you’ll excuse my grammar) are going to the theatre to watch “Me and My Girl.” What could possibly be more appropriate? Especially as My Girl is bringing along Her Girl, known to you all as Hazel Bagel. It will be a small, but perfectly formed, Jolly Girls Outing.


Grandson Jack, brother to Hazel and only son of the Youngest of the Darling Daughters (I could maybe draw up a simple Family Tree if it would help?) is also visiting Mr B and me but - bless him - he is foregoing the pleasure of the theatre to keep his Grandad company while they watch the footie together. Each one of you, I am sure dear readers, has his or her own idea of where they would rather be.


In the beginning, it was just going to be Me and My Girl. As in, the Y of the DDs and me, not the musical. First it was Jack who wanted to come, being fancy-free now he has finished his second year at Uni. Then Hazel Bagel, who has been starring as the Friendliest Waitress in the World at a local hostelry was told her services, sterling though they undoubtedly are, were not required this evening. So all three are coming; it will be like those summer holidays of a few years back when a week in Worthing with Team Baldwin was one of my favourite times of the year.


They are, I know, far too old to be greeted by the Giant Penguin sitting outside on the doorstep as in Days of Yore. But, hey, I’ve just dressed the GP in my England shirt and tied a red ribbon round his head. It would be a shame to waste my sartorial skills so he is out on the door-step in his customary place. Mr B issues a dire warning that Somebody Unknown is sure to steal him (Mr B does like to anticipate trouble - he says it makes it all the more satisfactory when the worst does not happen.) I think it unlikely anyone will make off with the Giant Penguin. I base this optimistic opinion on the fact that none of My Foursome has expressed a desire to be bequeathed him in my will. Rather the reverse, in fact. 


I have made the beds and opened the windows to air the bedrooms. I am keeping a watchful eye on my roast in a bag chicken which is de-frosting rather more slowly than I anticipated. If it doesn’t get a move on then I may have to change my plans for our dinner. I was so sure I’d timed it right. After all, it was 95 degrees in the kitchen at Guild Care this morning, when Mr B went for his pampering session. No, Mr B wasn’t in the kitchen himself but we weren’t about to doubt it when thus informed. While we were there, two fans were carried into to kitchen in a bid to bring some relief to the poor cooks. Somebody in authority clearly follows my own mantra - why have one fan, when you could have two? Especially when the temperature reaches 95 degrees. Honestly, I felt a little guilty at having complained how hot it was walking to the shops and back while Mr B was being pampered. 


So far we have made no plans for tomorrow, beyond my daughter’s dental appointment. She keeps saying she should change her own personal Tooth Fairy - who is not the same as my TF but is, I am sure, just as caring - for one nearer home, but as things are it’s a great reason for her to pay a regular Worthing Visit. 


Bearing in mind today is somewhat busy, I quite like the fact that Me and My Girl haven’t set ourselves too much to do tomorrow.  I rather think we will probably just Go With The Flow.


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23.04 | 20:15

lovely and heartwarming - an inspiration to us all x

09.03 | 12:07

Love this story told as ever beautifully.x

10.11 | 21:31

What a super account of a special event. I loved meeting you last night and seeing your creation come together. I’m so pleased you got so much from the activity

07.09 | 13:17

I have broad shoulders x

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