With a little help from my friends

Today I am preparing to run away tomorrow for three days to London.  This is quite exciting.  Jason is busy for the next three weekends, and the summer holidays are creeping on apace, so excuses to run away into a giant bottle of wine must be created and opportunities grabbed with both hands and shaken until we are all slightly sick.

As ever I shall be patronising a theatrical event.  This time I am going to see After the Dance at the National, a rarely seen Terence Rattigan play (he also wrote the excellent, The Winslow Boy), which has been revived to much hooplah and critical acclaim.  This is how I shall be spending my Sunday afternoon.  Before that however I am meeting up with some blogging friends.  This promises to be great fun.  I have some lovely, lovely virtual friends, and the chance to meet some of them in the flesh should not be missed.

Tomorrow lunch time I am meeting with the ever lovely Keith from Zen Mischief, and possibly his fantastic wife Noreen, if she  can get away from work on time.  In the afternoon I am meeting my friend David, who I have blogged about before.  He has promised not to make me eat any more potato, pea and pineapple salad, and I have promised not to tease him about petulant rats, so all should be well.  He is just finishing his law exams and is going out on the lash with the bright young things to celebrate.  He has suggested I  come along.  I am terrified at the thought.  Two  glasses of wine and I am face down in the risotto, snoring.  I am a total lightweight.  I think that we will have sedate tea and buns and then I will go my way and find something else to do.  Probably falling asleep in a cinema, or possibly a theatre.

On Saturday I am meeting my fairy godmother friend, Justme, who has been so wonderful in guiding Tallulah  through her karate choices and supporting her.  Last week, before the big yellow belt test she sent Tallulah some padded guards for when she had passed and could do contact karate moves.  Tallulah was so proud and I’m sure knowing that Justme, and all you other, supportive people were rooting for her, helped her achieve it.

Justme is also excellent at mailing emergency chocolate in times of need.  This is a skill she needs to put on her CV.  She has been going through some truly hard times recently, and so I think we plan to drink and eat and make merry and be VERY, VERY ALIVE, so we  can spit in the face of misery.  I am all for that.

I was going to see All My Sons in the evening, but my plans collapsed like a rather disastrous souffle.  This means that I have freedom on Saturday night and Sunday morning.  I am rather relishing it and have lots of things I could do, but if anyone is around and thinks life might be illuminated by a little Katyboo sparkle then please let me know and I will see what can be done.  After all, I seem to be in gregarious mood so advantage should be taken.

In the summer holidays I am also thinking of taking a road trip to Kent.  I have wanted to see Derek Jarman’s cottage and garden at Dungeness for years.  Derek Jarman is one of my heroes.  Now I  can drive I have suddenly realised that this is possible, and it should be done, and it will be done. 

Kent is rather a long way from Glenfield, and so I intend to try and stay for a few days and hang out in Kentshire.  David lives there and has given me some suggestions for things to do.  Anyone else with ideas should stick them in the  comments box please, and I will let you know as the plans shape up what makes the final cut.  I will be bringing the three miscreants with me, so pole dancing clubs and badger baiting evenings are out, but otherwise I am open to all suggestions.  Any suggestions for reasonable accommodation would also be welcome.

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