We decided upon a morning at the cinema, no surprise for our family. We always seem to be there recently. Nanny McPhee (small c, big P) was a calling and boy was I awailing throughout the film. I started sobbing after about thirty minutes and then let out a major sob at one stage, which I had to stifle for fear of being the only person loudly sobbing at a children's film. When my daughter was jiggling about too much and clearly desperate for the toilet, my two immediate thoughts were:
- Can she hold out any longer?
- How red do my eyes look?
In the end the first point took precedence and we ran for the toilets, my daughter practically undressing herself on the way for fear of missing any more of the film. She refused to let me go as it would take to long and we were back in our seats before the end. Trigger, another lot of sobbing on my part. I have to say this was one of the best films I have ever seen. I will expect to see this every Christmas from now on.
After the cinema, a spot of mother/daughter retail therapy took place, me spending more money than I had as usual and realising that once spent, no longer appreciated by child. However, it was nice to get to the shops. I have long been a fan of internet shopping to save money and time so to actually go to a proper shop was a bit of a treat for me and not my bank balance.
We have spent a lovely day together but I do miss them both being together. Entertaining a single child all day is far harder than both children. Perhaps I should have had four or then I may well have needed a bit of help from Emma Thomson and her face would have been truly grim when she crossed the threshold.
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