My good friend, the Honorary Auntie M, rang me tonight with a question.
“What are your feelings about Chitty Chitty Bang Bang?”
Having first thought of all the facetious comments I could make at that point, I faced the dilemma.
The musical is on at The Mayflower in Southampton.
Honorary Auntie M really wants to go and she wants us to go with her.
Smudgelet really wants to go – he adores Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
I really want to take Smudgelet, really want to go with M, really want to see it myself cos I think it will be brilliant.
So what’s the problem?
Well, being pecuniarily embarrassed at the moment, and with the quote for the extension turning up at about £10,000 more than planned, and with a holiday booked that we can’t really afford right now, I had decided that I was going to have to start being more sensible with money and treats, at least until France is over (the holiday, that is, not the country). Tightening belts was going to have to include trips to the theatre etc. When I had seen details of the show and first thought how much we’d love to go, I had thought it through and decided that it was a definite “no go” – a show that would cost us nearly £100 were we all to go, once we’d paid for the ferry and something to eat. I’d made the decision, reconciled myself to it, broke the news to a hopeful Smudgelet when he suggested we might go…. after all, we’ve missed plays before and the world hasn’t come to an end, and the deprivation won’t be for ever (hopefully), but it’s wrong to be borrowing money on one hand and spending it madly on treats on the other hand.
I explained this to M.
“How about if I paid? How about if I suggested it as an advance birthday present? And I owe Smudgelet a treat as I gave Tiddles a treat for starting school”.