Magical magic

Short entry tonight, because it is one in the morning, and I am falling asleep.

We had a late night tonight because we stayed up to watch the fireworks, and I can tell you, there is no more spectacular spectacle to be found absolutely anywhere. The whole production has been put together by somebody with my taste in excess, and it is brilliant. There are fireworks and lasers and music and projections and dancing fountains as high as the castle, with colours and projections on them. Then there are explosions and bursts of flame, and the whole thing is entirely unsuitable for anybody who appreciates subtleties.

I have never seen the point in subtle, and I absolutely loved it. By the time it was finished my eyes were like saucers, and I could hardly walk back down Main Street to our hotel.

It has been a splendid day. We found a swing band this morning, playing in the street, and after a few moments listening we helped them along by dancing enthusiastically.Some other people joined in with us. I am too old to keep very energetic dancing up for long but it was ace, and started the day with a splendidly breathless happy feeling.

We have been hit by an asteroid and flown over London and been down a mine and through a forest full of scary trees. We have skipped down the street holding hands all together, and squished ourselves in a circle around Oliver to see if we could pick him up without using our hands, that last bit happened when we were bored in a queue. We managed it but he wagged about a bit trying to breathe.

We have watched a film being put together and ridden on a rock and roller coaster. We have played Slaps and poked one another, and Tigger appeared behind me at dinner time and tapped me on the shoulder so that I almost jumped out of my skin, to everybody’s amusement. We have eaten and eaten and eaten, and watched the Magical Parade and then eaten some more.

Actually we didn’t eat some more straight away. First we went back to our hotel room for a little snooze.

We are all agreed that the hotel is one of the nicest things. It has its own special scent, and is full of improbably huge white orchids. If I could copy one Disney thing at home it would be the gardening expertise, they are magnificent. At the moment everywhere is swathed in blossom, blowing along the breeze like confetti and filling the air with perfume. This year all the flower displays are coloured in blue and white, in honour of the twenty fifth anniversary of Disneyland Paris. We came here for the fifteenth anniversary as well, and Lucy and Oliver think they will try and get here when it is a hundred. I will never know if they do or not.

Mark and I ended the day with a cocktail, a champagne and fruit affair called a St. Louis Something, which was gorgeous, and sent us off to bed feeling very luxuriated and content.

I am in bed now, and my eyes are closing with the effort of looking at this for so long. The room is quiet, and the children are settled, and Mark is just finishing his shower.

We have had the loveliest day full of nice times. I am sorry I am too tired to write more.

The picture is a watermelon in the restaurant at dinner. Isn’t it brilliant?