Something rare happened yesterday: Mrs M and I went to the pictures.
To see a film.
With no kids.
Yes, with both the horrors at a birthday party we had a rare few hours to ourselves. So, what to do with this short, but precious time?
Well, I was up for playing doctors & nurses, but Mrs M wasn’t having any of that: she wanted to go out. Shopping, preferably.
Shopping? Not my cup of tea. And so we compromised and went to the pictures instead.
But, what to see? The latest Die Hard film was obviously favoured popcorn fodder, but I’d heard and read so many bad reviews that I decided against it, instead opting for Denzil Washington’s latest: Flight.
And a thoroughly good choice it was too!
Afterwards, we still had just about enough time left to grab something to eat, and so we nipped into the nearest Weatherspoons’ and quickly stuffed ham, egg and chips down our necks, before racing back to pick the kids up.
Jeez, but I don’t ‘arf know how to show a girl a good time!