I am not really writing to you, but I just wanted to say a few words, which are:
Ocean At The End Of The Lane is a truly fabulous theatrical experience. We were blown away.
The interval came around and we all just sat in our seats, gawping foolishly at the stage and sighing a little.
Obviously we got up quite quickly, because of interval drinks, but the principle is sound, we had the most wonderful time.
We have been Manchestering all day, because it was our Christmas present to ourselves, and we wanted it to be splendid, so once we had dumped the dogs we came straight here, abandoned our luggage with the concierge and went to Waterstones. It was even an interesting journey down, because Oliver has been invited to go to Seoul next summer, and was busy comparing prices and deciding whether or not he would like to work a few extra shifts and upgrade himself to Business Class.
He even contemplated First Class, but did not feel in need of a limousine service and a massage as well. Travelling sounds considerably nicer when you are massively wealthy, first class passengers do not seem to have quite the same problems of endless queues, indifferent baggage handlers and deep-vein thrombosis in the tiny seats. I have managed to avoid all of these unpleasantnesses by the simple method of not going anywhere, but the children are more adventurous.
Anyway, we spent a couple of hours ambling around Waterstones, where, incidentally, if you are a student, which I am, at Cambridge, did I mention it? you get a discount, so we did. Then we went out for lunch, but it was one of these modern places where you have to scan a QR code. This finished up complicated because both Mark and I had forgotten to bring our telephones with us, they are still on the shelf at home even now, so Lucy had to pay. This didn’t matter, because they forgot to bring us any lunch, and after an hour, during which we all became mildly intoxicated, we got our money back and left.
We ate a massive lunch then, because we were all ravenous, in a Turkish restaurant, which was splendid, and then rolled back to the hotel where we all fell instantly asleep, and I woke up in a shock of alarm at just after six thinking we had missed it, but we hadn’t.
It was truly amazing, really, utterly brilliant.
That’s all. I just thought you’d like to know.
