Tuesday 17 February 2009

We're off today for a couple of days in England's capital. The boys have never been before so they're as excited as excited things! It's a wonder how they managed to go to sleep last night. Our eldest had a bit of a late night as he went to see a production based upon Charles Dickens's classic Great Expectations. It's quite amazing but he hasn't read the book and he knew nothing of the story before hand, but he gave an incredible account of what he'd seen. My only disappointment was the apparent non-appearance of Mr Pumblechook. But then he was tired and maybe that particular character had passed him by.

As a consequence of the London trip, I've been charging round trying to get all of our deliveries done. And here's an observation based upon that activity. Why are old people able to manage to keep hold of the tattiest fivers and tenners, and keep them safe just for me to come round to deliver their goods and collect payment? I mean, they don't seem to be able to manage it with twenties - they're always so crisp and sharp that you are at risk of losing a finger. Not so those smaller denominations...