|... the joy of heros who come to aid us in the darkness of destruction...|
There was only one choice for a movie, The Avengers, – the one that was playing at 4 pm.
Duncan assured me that though he has seen the movie once, he was willing to forgo the pleasure of surprise, so we saw it again.
|... the joy of Ben and Jerry's ... combined with a good movie ....|
I haven’t followed the Marvel Comic heros.
The last thing I remember was Betty and Veronica – but if the comics can be brought to life on the big screen – why not enjoy them with a grandson!
|Thinking of Dark Storms ... an attraction coming soon|
A little close for me.
That is what happens when I walk in to a movie that is essentially sold out.
We popped on our 3-D glasses and settled down to have all of the special effects of missiles coming over our shoulders and swords being waved over our eyes.
The movie was fantastic.
Duncan had to wake me twice.
Not that I am not interested in film – I am just at the end of the jet lag...and if my eyes close and won’t reopen, then he is a good one to help me.
We walked home.
Walking is a way of life here.
We walk to the grocery store.
We walk to the bowling alley.
We walk to the swimming pool.
We walk longer than the usual distance to get to the tube – and then Central London.
At the theatre a Ben and Jerry’s outlet met Duncan’s eye. No matter that he has a dairy allergy, he says. He has been sick for a few days anyway, so finish it off with the pleasure of a twisted milk shake now and then a little more discomfort at night.
Who am I to stop a man who loves pain?