We went and saw The History Boys last night which was conveniently playing at a Corn Exchange near us. Very good British humour and wry observations of education. Normally such a clever piece of Alan Bennett English humour would mean a long and/or meaningful debate between me and dad, taking it apart and enjoying the details he understands better than I do. Not sure if dad’ll get out to see it, or whether they’ll even borrow it on DVD. Would love to know what he makes of it.
Do I let this bit of dad go too, or push to save an integral part of my relationship with him?
[It occurred to me that the new eating regime at mum and dad’s will mean no more roast potatoes. End of an era.]
jam and giraffes 