We went to the cinema yesterday, planning to see Selma, the film about Martin Luther King, but despite the fact that this has been promoted extensively over the last few days it doesn’t appear to have travelled up the M1 to Leicester yet. We checked other options at our local cinema. At 4pm we could see 50 Shades of Grey. At 5pm we could see 50 Shades of Grey. At 6pm we could see 50 shades of Grey. Indeed practically on the hour every hour we could see 50 Shades of Grey. We didn’t want to see 50 Shades of Grey (or so I was told), but since this occupied most available screens we opted for an late afternoon viewing of The Theory of Everything, about Stephen Hawking.
Before the cinema trip we spent a romantic Valentine afternoon with Andree in Curry’s electric store in Fosse Park. After months of persuasion, I have agreed to the purchase of a larger better quality TV, and Andree has decided that she needs a new washing machine. After seemingly hours with a Sony rep, Chantal, I mean we, decided on a particular Sony model, only to find that none were available to take away. Curry’s offered to deliver one once new stock was delivered, but this would cost £25 delivery. In that case, I said, we are looking for £25 discount to compensate. They wouldn’t offer this, and so we ended up ordering one from John Lewis, saving £50 in the process.
After great deliberation Andree chose her washing machine, chose a delivery day, came home, changed her mind, and returned to Curry’s with Chantal today to buy another.
We were now running late for the cinema, but I wasn’t worried – after all The Theory of Everything has been out for a while, and everyone else would be watching 50 Shades of Grey, wouldn’t they? They weren’t. They had either stayed at home, or decided to watch The Theory of Everything. From the seat booking monitors at the ticket desk we could see plenty of available seats in all screens showing 50 Shades, but not only were there no VIP seats available for Theory of Everything (at our age we like our comfort) but we ended up having to sit almost under the screen.
The film was excellent. I had previously opted out of seeing it after reading reviews and deciding that it was a bit of a “Chick Flick”. At the time we went to see Woman in Black, and both fell asleep during the film. On this occasion The Theory of Everything kept us both engrossed from beginning to end.
Technically we live in Oaktree House, but sadly the tree had to go.
We now have a thriving Oakstump at the front of the house.
