Puss in Boots

Well here we are in February already and this morning I finished packing for our holiday to New Zealand. This is unusually early for me to finish packing, because we won’t be setting off until Monday afternoon, but I thought to myself that since we hadn’t put the cases away after returning from Italy I might as well get on with it. 

It has been a quick week. We saw the latest Puss in Boots film yesterday (James loves these) having initially turned up four days early by mistake - I thought I had booked for Monday but it wasn’t released until yesterday so that was the default date. The young cinema staff told us that this happens all the time but I thought there was pity in their eyes. We asked them what was on instead, and went to see The Fabelmans, an autobiographical film by Steven Spielberg which was quite good and evocative of his 1950s childhood, although perhaps a little sentimentalised. And yesterday we turned up with our original tickets to see Puss in Boots: The Last Wish. It was fine; more James’ taste than mine, but I did quite enjoy it despite dozing off at one point! I blame the comfy reclining seats; one minute I was watching the film and the next minute James woke me to say that I was snoring! I hope that no one else in the cinema could hear me - I was careful not to make eye contact with the young couple beside us when we were leaving.