Mothering Day Outing

I have never been a great fan of Mothering Sunday. I have a mental picture of every other mother in the land  being taken out for slap up lunches by adoring children and this has never happened to me. This is in no way a criticism of my lovely family as I don`t suppose I would enjoy if it did.  However this year daughter J, son in law D, and I, plus their three daughters went to London for the day. Also  two dogs, Jumble and B. Wiggins .  Surprisingly we found three eateries that tolerated dogs (one unwittingly, they just hid under the table)   We walked for miles along by the Thames, saw Ghandi`s new statue in Parliament Square, also the Grayson Perry stuff in the National Portrait Gallery and all in all we had a lovely day out. 

We did our show at the Brighton Museum on Thursday. Brother P pointed out that in my last blog I said I expected some toodlers to come and hear us (instead of toddlers) Well maybe they did as there was quite a good audience  even if they were just seizing the chance of a nice sit down for an hour. One of the participants on the course did a belly dance in  full eastern costume instead of reading a poem, so that was an added interest.     

I saw the film, Boyhood the other day. It lasted nearly three hours, but I did not fall asleep which is the acid test for me.  It was a good film and fascinating to watch the life unfolding for that boy all through his childhood, and the others in the cast too.    Tonight I am going to a Mozart Opera in a barn just up the lane. There is never a dull moment in Ditchling.