Only
4 more sleeps until another year gets added onto the meaningless number that is
attached to my existence. I am celebrating by getting my eyes tested. Boy, us
guy in our 40s really know how to push the boat out and make the most of our
anniversaries... Philippa has arranged a mystery meal on Saturday night, for
just me and her. That will be so nice as one of the things that came up when we
were working through our 'issues' last year was that we never take time out to
just be together as a couple. Mathew and Rian are of an age now where they can
be left comfortably with others, and we have a long list of good friends and loving
relatives who are willing to babysit and get some extra time with them, so why
not take advantage of their offers and go out more? So, yes, I have been told
to 'iron a shirt for a change' and make myself look as close to respectable as
I can get, and be prepared for a fulsome feast at a nearby establishment of
some kind or other. Which will be lovely.
On
Sunday, I might take Mathew to watch 'Moana 2'. We haven't watched it yet, but he
is rather obsessed with the first one, and is rather excited to see the second.
'Moana' is a great film, I agree, but there are only so many times I can stand
hearing Dwayne Johnson singing 'You're Welcome' before I want to staple my own
ears shut; and as any parent knows, children have an incredible ability to
watch the same thing over, and over, and over again without it becoming
tiresome to them. So I'm a bit concerned about exposing him to a new raft of
songs from Lin-Manuel Miranda that I might then have to have on a repetitive
playlist every time we go out in the car.
But - y'know - I keep saying I want to get my
boys interested in movies, and I do love going to the cinema, so what the
Hell.... I'll just get my own back by playing 'Blackbird' by The Beatles 27
times on my birthday.
RC 16-1-25
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