Today Hub and I went
to the theatre. It was raining just before we left the house but stopped as we
left our front drive. A clever LF and a not so clever white cane enabled us to
get to our bus stop, we waited moments then was it a truck? Was it a car? No,
it was a bus. On we got and found our seat.
It took forever to
get there. The traffic was awful. Off we got and straight to the door. Only it
was locked… A very kind man came to us and asked if he could help? We said we
were trying to find the theatre door, he said the door further along was open.
In we went. We went towards the theatre hall but it’s all been refurbished so
it was totally different to what we remembered. The same kind man asked if he
could help again We asked him if he could possibley find someone who
could give us assistance? Bless his cotton socks he went and left us with his
very posh wife. Who reassured us that her Husband came from London and he was
used to “Dealing with those with challenges!!” hahahaha Cheeky bugger?
Oh my goodness, reminded me why I don’t like some posh people.
A wonderful lady came and we were shown where the café was
and we went for a coffee cake and Hub had a sandwich. It was a lovely relaxing
time before our performance, which was a comedy but had a very poignant story
line. It was called
This Might Hurt. When tough actor Jack Skipton returns from
filming to care for his ageing aunt, he has no idea what he is letting himself
in for. But this might be his most taxing role to date, as he begins an
incredible odyssey through the NHS, from cancelled GP appointments, wrongly
booked scans, frustrated consultants and abusive home carers.
Told in a bold physical theatre style and with breath-taking
grit and honesty, Godber’s take on our health service is both tender and true,
as he investigates what we deserve, and what we receive.
Take a deep breath, because This Might Hurt!
It was great quite sad but really really funny too. And I so
got the plot and agreed with every single second of it.
On our way out a lady who worked there came to our rescue
and started to tell us about her dog called Dave. She continued saying. “We
called him Dave because he is stupid. He won’t do anything you tell him, he is
a crazy thing, he is so badly behaved not very bright, so his name Dave totally
suits him.”” At that point, I turned to Hub and said to the lady. “Have you
met my Husband. Dave?””
It went quiet, then I laughed, of course his name isn’t
Dave, but I had her going?
Came out of the
theatre and made our way to the bus stop and on our way home. A fantastic
afternoon. Then the drama of making dinner, a simple Lasagne? Simple if out of
all fourteen jars you have in your fridge, you know which jars are tomatoes and
which one is white sauce? Well, Chicken sauce, Marmalade, pickles, all opened
as my wonderful App of Tap Tap See wasn’t working to tell him what was in the
jars today, so I had to rely on my own instincts, which weren’t working, obviously,
well after over twenty minutes, and four jars later, plus the two we needed, we
got there. It’s in the oven now, and then a night in front of the TV with a
little rehursal with Hub on the piano for church tomorrow morning and then
another lovely day with my love I hope.
There was nothing in front of me at the theatre. I saw no
lights. No fancy costumes nothing but nothingness. But I heard very clearly
thankfully and enjoyed every single second of it. Until later with love.
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