It’s Easter and everyone is on holiday. I don’t know what it’s coming to. On Thursday last week the roads were blocked with people getting a flyer and going away early to beat the rush and I suppose it will be Wednesday before they are back at work. Now excuse me for thinking that working is a doddle these days, but when I was at work Easter didn’t stretch to six days? Can I just say at this point that, being retired, I don’t get Easter off.
We can’t even get into the garden centre for our shared scone as all the tables are taken by couples taking advantage of the holiday to stock up their gardens. I do notice that they don’t share scones they have one each. What can I say.....decadence. Have I mentioned I don’t get Easter off.
But the excitement of the week end is that I have booked tickets to take Christine to the theatre on Saturday night. We don’t get to the theatre often I think the last two trips were down to London to see ‘Chitty Chitty Bang Bang’ and before that again in London for the ‘Lion King’ so when I mention the theatre Christine begins to get quite excited. She seems to associate tickets for the theatre with going to London, an overnight stay and of course shopping in Oxford Street.
When I notice that she is paying particular attention to her wardrobes, obviously making mental notes of what to pack for the week end away I feel it is time to make it clear where we are going. “It’s the village hall” I tell her “Tickton Little Theatre, in the village hall”. I do mention that at no point have I said anything about London but I can tell she is a little disappointed even though it is the renown Hull Truck Theatre Company putting on the show.
We are now left quite naturally with another little issue of what to wear. For me it’s easy of course, pair of jeans and a jumper but for Christine with her wardrobes full of designer clothes going to London would have been a lot easier that going to the village hall. It is our first trip to the village hall theatre so Christine is unsure what the dress standard is so she decides that designer casual is the way to go and spends the next half hour or so mixing and matching from the wardrobe. When we arrive she sees she has of course got it just right as usual and if I say so it myself she doesn’t look bad for a 50 year old not to mention a pensioner.
The play is called ‘My Favourite Summer’ and has now gone on tour around the UK, if it comes your way make the effort to go along and see it, it is very funny, laugh out loud funny. Our local village milk man sitting in the seat in front of Christine joked that he would have to get her thrown out if she didn’t stop laughing so much as he couldn’t hear what was being said on the stage.
The village hall committee have obviously done a lot of work and spent a lot of money on staging the theatre in the hall with an excellent stage, lighting and removable tiered seats which are remarkably comfortable. The only issue I had was the wine! Pre- theatre drinks could be bought and I got Christine a glass of white wine which wasn’t the best. The other three ladies in our party all tasted the wine and then decided on soft drinks, I of course tasted the wine and although I agreed it wasn’t the best I still managed to drink it along with my beer. All in all it turned out to be an excellent night finished off with my favourite supper meat pie and mushy peas and a decent glass or two of wine round at Pam and Keith’s before walking home at 1.00am. A good night even though a little late for us pensioners.
Have I mentioned I don't get Easter off. It’s now back to house painting, all the brickwork of the new extension has to be painted white, to fill in the time until Wednesday when we can get out on the roads again and get a table in the coffee shop. The good news is that Wednesday, the day everyone is back at work, is to be the hottest of the week with temperatures up around 19 degrees. That’ll teach them to have six days off for Easter.
