The eldest daughter has her best friend round for a sleepover tonight. They want to watch The Blair Witch Project but I have said no because it's a 15, full of swearing, psychologically disturbing and would give her little sister nightmares for months.
Said little sister is 11 on Sunday and wants to go to the cinema to see The Woman In Black. That'll be fine of course, but I seem to be the only person who'd rather watch The Muppets.
I love The Muppets in ways I cannot fully describe.
I once posted this on the collective Fun & Heartbreak blog; still more years on, it has lost none of its charm and allure.
Supermarket curry meal deal and Italia Pinot Grigio; perhaps a London Pride to start.