Next Saturday, Daughter (ooh, three consecutively capitalised words, there’s a name for that but I can’t think what it is right now) will be arriving from Granada.
She’s never been here, to Oxfordshire.
All of the getting-together we’ve done has involved me nipping over there for a weekend (or longer).
In fact, this will be just her second visit back to the UK since we shook the Mendip clay from our wellies, and headed 1,000-miles southwards (yet to an altitude significantly higher than the Mendips), to a village just below the snowline in the Sierra Nevada mountains, and the far too-hot summers and distressingly severe winters.
I’m picking her up from East Midlands airport on Saturday.
On Sunday she and I are going to Reading Music Festival, because she wants to see Panic At The Disco. And besides, Muse are headlining.
The following day (Bank Holiday Monday), I’m going to Highclere Castle where I’m going to have a go at filming a ‘fly-on-the-wall’ documentary.
I’m not too sure what we’ll do for the rest of the week; Tuesday we will probably have a breather and bum around the house.
I’d like to get her out to a gig; see one of the brilliant local bands, so she can experience the joy of music from the front-line of awesomeness.
The weather, obv, will play a part in the decision-making.
Maybe a trip to the flicks?
Anyway, speaking of the cinema.
This weekend we’ve seen ‘Cowboys and Aliens’ and ‘Inbetweeners Movie’.
The surprising thing was the number of people in both showings.
The screen for Cowboys and Aliens was about 2/3rds empty, but the screen for Inbetweeners was not only packed, the showing we attended – and the following show – had people queuing out of the cinema lobby.
It’s an unscientific survey, but based on the evidence of my eyes at the local cinema this weekend, the big-budget $163 million film was getting its backside totally creamed by an independent product that cost a minute fraction.
The other piece of news is that I finally got around to trotting Vin up this morning.
He passed.
The next stage is a visit from the back specialist to, hopefully, give us a thumbs-up and a clean bill of health.
Vin’s had two years off, recovering from this self-inflicted muscle injury, he looks really good on it – having two years off, I mean.
Ah well, wait and see what the back person says.
And that’s me, in a nutshell.
What about you?
Whilst Inbetweeners may have trounced Cowboys & Aliens here, it’s unlikely to do as well globally, I’m sure.
I can tell you’re excited by your daughter’s impending visit. I’m sure she’s just as excited as you. You two kids have fun now!
We shall see what occurs. 🙂
Doesn’t she look like you? Hope you have a great time festing it. Mya x
She does look like me, only better-looking.
Hope you have a lovely time with your daughter. Sounds like you have lots of exciting things planned. Re cinema…. I haven’t been for ages … but this week hoping to see The skin I live in (new Almodovar film).
Sounds like fun times ahead! Hope the visit from the daughter is a roaring success, I’m sure it will be. Glad to hear Vin is getting back on form, I’ve missed the tales of the big, orange dog, he’s a most entertaining horse.
Slowly, slowly with Vin. We’ll see what the back specialist says. Fingers are X’d.
That is marvellous news about your daughter visiting, you sound terribly excited! She looks like a gorgeous girl in the photograph. Have fun and let us know what you get up to!