Mum's the word...

Last Saturday I had a very early start at Heathrow as Mum arrived from Singapore with Aunty Mal. She needed to stay awake all day so I dragged her up to the Strand for my weekly visit with Jessops.

On Sunday we headed off to the Army and then went with the Corps to see Amazing Grace, the movie about William Wilberforce, at Croydon Grants cinema. The film was absolutely excellent, thoroughly enjoyed it.

Then on Tuesday we went out for coffee after school and ended up in Clapham, happening upon Clapham Holy Trinity church, where Wilberforce worshipped.

The rest of the week went without event, then on Friday night, in honour of Pommy mother's day a few weeks back, I decided (as has become a bit of a tradition with me and Mum) to take Mum to the theatre as her mother's day gift. We debated upon a few different plays, and then finally decided to see Dame Maggie Smith in "The Lady from Dubuque".

I have to say I still have no idea what that play was about. I think the playwright, Edward Albee, just wrote down a bunch of words, then rustled up a couple of people to say them. Mum and I both left the theatre scratching our heads...

The only saving grace of the play was Maggie Smith, who, as Mum quipped, "could act her way out of a shoebox". And the dude who played Oscar was pretty good - just as well, as everyone else was, to be frank, pretty ordinary.

Maybe we'd have been better off seeing Jessica Lange in "The Glass Menagerie" instead...