I’ve Had The Time Of My Life…

And so the manic weekend went on! So, a month or so before Christmas, Tracy and I thought it would be lovely to treat Mum and Dad to a much talked about trip to the theatre to see Dirty Dancing… I know… why would my Dad want to see that? Anyway… May was around the first date that came up with vaguely sensible prices for tickets (still extortionate!) – and it happened to be the same weekend that I had tickets for Morrissey… nevermind I thought! It will just be an exciting weekend! Urggghhhh… my pregnancy body says no!!!! ;-)

To reduce the amount of fannying about on trains etc… Tracy drove the four of us from Lowestoft to Cambridge on Saturday – and left the car at the Station, ready for our late return home. We got the train into London, and hit Borough Market (our first destination) at lunchtime – just in time for all the delicious stalls to start serving finger food! YUMMMMMMMM… I have to say that I LOVE Borough Market with a passion – a fantastic jumble of expensive but totally classy cakes, fruit, fresh fish and meat, sweets and chocolates (fudge!), pickles, jams, and just about about any luxury food item you can think of! My Dad (how does he stay so skinny!) managed to polish off at least four type of cake within thirty minutes of arriving there, shortly followed by fish and chips for lunch! :-D

In the afternoon, we had a deeply pleasant time wandering around Convent Garden (interspersed with lots of drink breaks and toilet breaks for me!), and had a leisurely tea in Wagamama… foodie heaven! By this time my feet were starting to look like a pair of footballs (I do not exaggerate!), and we resisted attempts by my Father to drag us down to China Town and all of my Sister’s attempts to drag us into as many clothes shops as possible. In my ‘former’ pre-pregnancy life I would have been right there with her – but these days there is nothing more depressing for me than looking at racks of clothes I *might* have been able to wear if I wasn’t the size of a barrage balloon!

The show itself was a welcome chance for me to sit down, although as with the Morrissey concert – the need to sit down is outweighed by the frequent need for the toilet! heh… It was incredibly well done actually – almost like watching the film itself! Again, my enthusiasm was tempered by my current condition – but I enjoyed it nonetheless, and my Mum particularly seemed to enjoy it – which was lovely to see!

A long and arduous journey home was made slightly better by the forethought of leaving Tracy’s car at Cambridge Station (thus avoiding the rabble in the taxi queue) – and on arrival home we were met by another welcome sight – the start of our new ‘family’ sized home… Poor Mark had been killing himself digging the footings for the two-storey house extension we are having! Man the trenches… and hold on to your horses!

NB. The picture above was the original Christmas Card we sent to my parents, informing them that they were seeing the show! It still makes me chuckle every time I see it… sometimes I just think I am too funny for this world ;-)