It's Monday, so it's the car today. The traffic is awful but not too bad, I expected worse.
L's fed up; the post weekend away blues this time rather than the odious beast. She's obviously missing our wet tent and the wet dog that comes with it. That 'wet' dog has had a traumatic morning, mixing it with a JCB, a lorry and a skip lorry, all on the park. All his favourite things together, not. If only a bus had been there too.
Son managed to miss doing his paper round at the weekend, on both days that we were away. Claims he was on time on Saturday but admits he was very late on Sunday. L says he wasn't exactly on time this morning, so we expected to see him unemployed by tonight but apparently no, he's managed to cling on to the job.
One of our favourite haunts, Broadway Cinema, is getting far too much publicity. Apparently Total Film magazine has included it on its list of the best cinemas in the world. Consequently if we now want a pre-film meal there we’re going to have to turn up several hours early to beat the rush.
The place does warrant all the plaudits it gets. Derby take note, this is what Quad has to be like if they want to make a success of it but I'm not holding my breath. The cafe bar is central to Broadway's success and the one at Quad looks very much like a not very well thought out afterthought to me.
The Broadway building dates all the way back to 1839, when it was a Wesleyan Methodist Church. In the 1950's Nottingham Co-operative Society bought the building and the upper floor became home to a new film society. By 1966, they began screening films three days a week. It was the first regional film theatre to open in the UK.
Several revamps have followed:- it became Broadway in 1990, screen two opened in 1992, the café bar a year later, then in 2006 screens three and four were added, one of them designed by Broadway regular, Sir Paul Smith.
In the evening its dog class, which moves at a snails pace tonight, or should that be a grey collie's pace, so we overrun. End up coming out fifteen minutes late, our trainer is getting as bad at time-keeping as Daughter's Guides leader. So I'm late collecting L again.
L cooks up some Chinese chicken and then, shock horror, we watch some TV. A programme on cholesterol pills. Doesn't really tell us anything new, the basic message is don't take pills unless it's the last resort. Which should be the case with all medication, I can't imagine why anyone would want to do anything different.
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