It has been a massive week.
Firstly, eighty years since the release of The Adventures of Robin Hood, or more affectionately, TAORH, featuring Errol Flynn.
Reason enough for a glass of bubbles, don’t you think?
Seventy five years since the Dambusters Raid.
I have never been one to have a Bucket List. The Depression parents taught me that if it was earned, and if you could pay cash for it, then enjoy it whilst you can. After all, “ you’re a long time dead”. So the newly opened Bomber Command Centre in Lincolnshire is on my To Do List For 2019, before I get to that stage where all that sitting on the long flight kills me.
So, another bubbles down the hatch.
The annual Anywhere Theatre Festival is currently engulfing Brisbane. Song, dance, mime, plays, puppetry – all being performed in the strangest of places : Cafes, theatre spaces, pubs, parklands, the parking lots of shopping centres, and the back gardens and porches of the general public. I enjoyed a performance in an old water reservoir, 20 metres underground.
And for all those who poohbah the cost of theatre, tickets are generally the same price as coffee and cake for two! Just bite the bullet and be surprised.
Of course I had a bubbles.
Lastly, young Harry and the American lass with the family that keeps on keeping on. Not a royalist, and also have concerns about the massive amount of money that could be spent elsewhere, but never is…….
But you know what ? In amongst the school shootings, the political rubbish spouted by our leaders, the corruption of the banking sector and our local governments, and the growth of both homelessness and ice addition, sometimes this old girl needs to believe in happy everafters. Even if she know she doesn’t believe, it is sometimes comforting to pretend.
So be it : more bubbles and cucumber sandwiches tonight. Sometimes you just have to grab your joys where you can 🙂
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