Saturday noon at the movies

After filling our selves full of live entertainment we picked the kids from nan and grandads and took them for a suprise trip to the flicks on saturday morning.
Charlottes web was our choice, and proved to be a success. I was blubbling like a school girl before the title credits had rolled. We had read it to Patrick "I'm too hard to cry" when he was not too hard to cry and so he enjoyed it. And Frank sat through it and understood the basic themes of "the spider isnt coming back" and cried for a short while in all the right places. no mental scarring that we can discern though that may appear a few years down the line when he is out kidnapping and torturing young farm hands.
Less said about the choice of Frankie and Bennies for dinner the better, its always terrible service, I dont know why we go, probably because its closest. its pretty much a scene out of some sci-fi film - possibly startrek i would imagine - a strange universe of opposites where italian-americans are the least family/child friendly social group on earth with no desire to be warm or welcoming.
so we went home after telling the waitress she was nice but her manager was an arse.
I spent the journey on a rant about the letter i was going to write the minute i got home. Needless to say it is still very much in its formative stage.

Sunday: B&Q followed by unblocking drains, scrubbing the mould off the bathroom walls, cleaning a multitude of makeups and girlie creams off franks face. twice. and hunting high and low in vain for patricks school bag. And a trip to the off-license for a bottle of vin rouge.