Middle Class Woes

Yesterday was an extravaganza. Katie's class went to see The Tempest. It was, in fact, The Tempest: The Musical!!! with jazz hands. HIL-ARIOUS! My favourite part was when Caliban did a step-ball-change with Stephano and Trinculo in drag. Good fun. Andrew asked if the play was good. Ah, no. It was not good, but it was good fun.

The truly best part of the whole play was watching our girls behave so beautifully and adorably. About halfway through the play a jaunty duet between Sebastian and Antonio got the girls clapping along. The full theatre soon joined them in clapping along to the song. The audience full of school groups then clapped along to every subsequent song. Including the lovers' ballad. All the grown-ups in attendance were crying with laughter. Such good fun!

On the way back from the play, we had to find our way from Dartford back to Blackheath. It shouldn't have been difficult, but Dartford station did not have good signage explaining which platform served which route. You should have heard us, though. "Oh dear! Which way to London? How do we get back to London?" I teased everyone - including myself - mercilessly on the way back in my poshest English accent. "Oh heavens! We simply must get back to Blackheath! I don't even know where we are! I mean, I think we're frightfully near Bluewater, but I couldn't possibly be expected to find it from here. I've never been down here without my driver!"

Poor middle class women, so very far from home all in the name of some musical Shakespeare.


I can't relate. I'm living here in my bubble in Yellow Downs. K