You'd think I'd learn ... I bought Mia tickets to 'Oliver' for Christmas, and we're due to go this Saturday (I say we, Mia and Charlotte are going to see the musical, whilst Bethany and I hit the Florence Nightingale Museum as B is learning about her at school), but our track record for musicals isn't good ...Before we were married I bought Mia tickets to see 'Doctor Doolittle', but I picked up a bug and threw up the entire journey there! We made it to the theatre where we refunded the tickets, and went home - Mia saw the stage at least, but not the musical.
We did manage to see 'Beauty and The Beast' where I was woken up by the John Barrowman played Beast roaring in my ear as he went past (I'd been on nights, and musicals aren't really my thing so fell asleep!). We also saw a very disappointing production of 'Return to the Forbidden Planet', and an even more disappointing production of 'Grease' - starring a loser from X-Factor, except they didn't perform in the show the day we went ...
Then there was the Spice Girls at the O2 .. I spent all Saturday afternoon on the 'phone to work as there were major problems in our Dublin office, broke off to drive Mia and Charlotte (And the people they were going with) to the O2, then went into work to work more on the Dublin problem. I fixed the issue ('cos I'm bloody brilliant) and then drove back to the O2 and sat in the car park for an hour whilst I waited for them all to come out. Work did pay for my ticket, and gave Charlotte £200 of Amazon vouchers for "spoiling" her Christmas trip with Mum and Dad, which was nice.
Then we move onto 'Billy Elliott', the first attempt at buying musical tickets as Christmas presents. One week before we were due to go, Mia contracted tonsilitis and ended up spending 4 days in hospital - still my parents enjoyed the unexpected trip to see the show.
Attempt two at buying musical tickets as Christmas presents was 'Hairspray', which Mia and Charlotte were going to see the day after we returned from Tenerife, whilst B and I did London stuff - except George our golden retreiver died whilst we were in Tenerife, and we found out the day after we returned ... Charlotte was devasted (We all were, but she and George had grown up together), so was too upset to go. (And to compound it all, as I now wasn't going to London I managed to get a ticket for Colchester v Ipswich, which unfortunately was in the Colchester end. We lost, and I had to pretend to be delighted...)
So apologies if you were planning on going anywhere this weekend, as me buying Oliver tickets will mean the entire country has ground to a halt due to a snow blizzard which beats all other snow blizzards. Sorry.
But ... Over in Dublin it's snowing, and I'm informed by my boss that it's like a winter wonderland. Having seen the view from her office window, I find it hard to believe that Spar and the dodgy kebab shop constitute a 'winter wonderland'; however, spare a thought for the group of people from Mumbai, India, currently working in our Dublin office - they have never seen snow before, and apparently were getting very excited in the office yesterday afternoon. I have done the honourable thing, and e-mailed them and told them not to eat the yellow snow ... Think of it as my good deed for the week.
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