One of the birthday treats a few weeks back was a theatre trip, to see Matilda. The view of the stage was excellent considering the tickets were a late purchase and the seats being in the back row of the stalls. So when I say that Trunchbull's acting was all in the eyes you will realise how good the view was. I love the theatre, more civilised than the cinema, with people being considerate of each other. The choreography was brilliant but my favourite character, aside from Trunchbull was Rudolfo, every time he entered the stage I came over all giggly and unnecessary. Whilst we were enjoying our theatre trip, my husband took a trip to the National Gallery in Trafalgar Square and found himself on a Female Genital Mutilation March and as he is at pains to say "against it!". What with reading Catlin Moran's How to be a Woman I think I may have a feminist in the making!
Talking of making I have treat coming up in a couple of weeks when I join a half day lampshade making class, can't wait. If all goes well I will post some pics.
Food bank volunteering recently included a collection at Tesco. The generosity of people brings tears to your eyes. Two sweet ladies gave a bagful each, and declared what fun it had been going round the store seeking out what was needed.
My bake club treat pesto buns from here has been a breeze, using my not often engaged Kitchenaid. Very tasty. I love bake club but trying to bake when you get home from work between 7pm and 8pm can feel more of a trial than fun. I may freeze and reheat these on the night, so tempers don't fray.
I have also managed to downsize one bagful of clothes to the charity shop, I do so hate ridding myself of perfectly good clothes but I have to be realistic if they haven't been worn in two years they would be better on someone else. I registered with the British Heart Foundation for gift aid a while back and I received a letter on Saturday to tell me how much some unwanted items leftover from a bootfair had sold for, so I trotted down there with my carrier bag and hope to hear soon what benefit my old clothes will be to this charity.
Letting go is difficult for others in this household too. Lots of fuss was heard when clearing out the sock/knicker drawer (which I might add would not shut) belonging to someone who shall remain nameless. Old pants were flying here and there but I won the day and now we have a drawer of finery that shuts with ease.
Minimalist we shall never be. xxx