Morning…so last night consisted of a picnic on the coach to the theatre. I didn’t provide anything but my friends came laden with baguettes, quiche, nibbles and of course a glass of pink bubbles to toast us on our way to see Beautiful! One of our friends managed to knock her pink bubbles over as she passed us our theatre tickets, so she was lucky to firstly not get kicked off the coach and secondly, not be ignored by us as she smelt like she had a severe drink problem! Love driving through London, it is so beautiful, but we had to see it through rain splattered windows and at speed, which doesn’t make good photos easy.
We arrived and up in the Circle bar it was a tight squeeze, particularly when a coach load arrive! We decided to have another drink, as you do, but chose to have it outside the mens toilets! Even better I chose to ask a man who was hanging around the ladies toilets to take our photo and thought nothing strange about it. I was standing on a ledge, smililg brightly, so indeed look like the BFG on the poster behind us. All in all, a beautiful sight…NOT!
The stage was set with the curtains open and a piano.
The show started and I wasn’t sure what to expect. I knew it had won eight Grammy awards and was about Carole King but surprisingly I knew most of the songs from ‘You make me feel like a natural woman’ to ‘you’ve got a friend’. I wasn’t sure if this was a sign of getting old, but I hadn’t realised she had written songs for the Drifters, The Monkees, Aretha Franklin and The Shirelles. The story was inspiring and went through her life from a struggling, song writing teenager, to her chart success, her failed marriage and finally her having the courage to sing her own songs and become a succesful solo artist. The seats were not very roomy and didn’t help my bad back, so in the interval I moved myself to where I could stretch out my legs and be more comfortable. The show was brilliant and for the second time in a week I have seen a show I would happily see again. It is Beautiful.
On the journey home we had a handbag foldaway bag roll from the front of the coach to the back and then our quiche decided to do a flying leap out of the bag on the overhead shelf and land on the floor..perhaps a sign that we had too much food and didn’t need anything more to eat…it ended up in the bin.
My mum has been told that when she can climb the stairs she can go home from hospital. I am looking forward to finally seeing her after work today. A beautiful end to a horrible week.