Daily Archives: January 22, 2011

Breakfast in bed and The Voyage of The Dawn Treader

Last night, I was just about to have an early night (11pm) when the ‘phone rang.  It was Irish Alice and she was on for 2 hours and 44 minutes.  I checked.  Consequently, I had a very long lie in this morning and I’m lucky that I have instilled a sufficient amount of fear in Boy the Younger that he knows not to wake me until at least ten o’clock at the weekend.

Breakfast in Bed

This morning was slightly different.  At just before 11 o’clock, my bedroom door crashed open and Boy the Younger came bouncing in, carrying a tray almost as big as him.  On it was a plate with two slices of toast, a mug of tea, a pack of butter and a jar of apricot jam. And a penguin.  “I couldn’t find any flowers, Mummy” he said, “so I decorated your tray with a penguin.”

He was so proud of himself, I thought he might burst.  The butter was so hard that his attempts to spread it had made the toast look like buttery icebergs floating on a murky sea, he had failed to spot the marmalade so had used the apricot jam I keep for cake decorating and the very sight of strong tea first thing in the morning makes my stomach turn (I need starting up with coffee in the same way that a lawnmower needs priming).

He cuddled up next to me in bed and watched me take every mouthful with wide, shining eyes and an encouraging expression.  When the last crumb had gone and I had forced down the last gulp of tea, which was so strong it could have carried me downstairs in a fireman’s lift, he took the tray away, calling “Right, you can get up now, Mum!” over his shoulder. Little chap he just made my heart melt with love for him.

We all got dressed and decided to go to the pictures. We bought a couple of drinks for the boys because I refuse to pay nearly £4 for a fizzy drink and I thought I’d get a coffee when I got there.  We chose to see ‘the Chronicles of Narnia: Voyage of the Dawn Treader’ because there was only one showing at 12.45 and it’ll be coming off soon.  I hadn’t realised that it was a 3D showing so we had to buy glasses, and I was somewhat startled to find that three tickets plus three pairs of glasses came to £28.  This meant I had no money left for coffee.  I gulped audibly, swore quietly but vilely to the charming man at the kiosk, who agreed that it was a bit steep, and we trooped into our seats.

The film was absolutely brilliant.  With one major exception, they had kept nicely to the book, although I don’t worry too much about that as I think one has to see any film as an interpretation of a book and not hrumph your way through it like a mardy geek.  The actors are superb and Eustace Scrubb was just brilliant.  The colours in this film are so luscious and bold and the plot and characters are really engaging.  And on top of that, one gets the pleasure of Liam Neeson doing the voice of Aslan –  something for the ladies there …. 

Even better it looks like they’re going to make ‘The Silver Chair’ which is one of my favourite Narnia stories.  But why oh why has no-one ever made ‘The Magician’s Nephew’?  It tells the story  of how Narnia came into being in the first place and always strikes me as being a pretty vital part of the Chronicle.   

However, I don’t think that a 3D projection enhanced the film in any way and I kept taking my glasses off to see, roughly, what it would look like in 2D.  Although it was quite fun, particularly the sea scenes when I actually ducked to avoid a torrent of water, it felt like sensory overload.  I find films engrossing enough without physically feeling obliged to duck water and dodge swords; I embarrassed Boy the Elder enough this afternoon when I inadvertently encouraged Eustace to lay the last sword out loud and then sobbed pitifully at the end.

As usual, we stayed to the end to watch the credits and, as we were leaving, to our pauperous delight, found that the person in front of us had abandoned ¾ of a box of popcorn and the family behind us had casually left ½ a bag of Aero Bubbles on their seats.  No coffee though.


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