Alice in Wonderland

We took the girls to see Alice In Wonderland this week. I got free tickets at work and as it was Scarlett's birthday, and Flo's coming up soon, it seemed like it was worth selling it as an 'extra treat'. A friend in the playground spoke to Rob the morning of the screening, reminding him that this was a Tim Burton film and questioning whether it would be suitable for young children, comments Rob laughed off at the time but later gave some thought to. I left work early to race home, we drove into the city and got a great parking space near the cinema. The girls loved walking along George Street, packed with shoppers and people coming out of work. We picked up mandatory popcorn and ice creams, before donning our 3-D glasses as the film started. Well, Flo lasted about 20 minutes before the screaming began. I'm amazed she lasted that long as giant bear/cat/monster on the screen screamed and roared as it ran towards us. When her crying made it difficult for me to hear anything in the film and I could see little as she had now climbed from my lap, up my face onto my head, I figured it was time to go. Leaning across to Rob I announced my departure, leaving Rob and Scarlett to it. Flo and I hailed a taxi home, this event alone becoming the highlight of the evening for her. Rob and Scarlett arrived home about an hour later with Rob reporting that the film 'just got scarier and scarier'.

Talking of films, Rob and I were both off work yesterday without children. The plan was to spend the day at the beach together but rubbish weather instead saw us move the iMac into the bedroom, where we climbed into bed with cups of tea and watched Tarantino's Inglourious Basterds [sic] . Christophe Waltz, without question, plays the best movie Nazi of all time.