List five things you do for fun.
I play badminton for fun.
There are things I enjoy, time with family, going to live shows. Travel.
We’re back to going to live shows but I have some hearing loss and although hearing aids are brilliant nowadays, they’re not the same as a pair of good ears. So booking theatre tickets is a worry.
The Symphony Hall in Birmingham is off the list. The sound in that place is terrible. I saw Anton and Giovanni, and couldn’t make out some of the music or the words. I saw Eddie/Susie Izzard and felt awful, sitting there not laughing as I had no idea what they just said. He’s my favourite comedian. I heard about 20 things.
So one of my main favourite things is now a nightmare that whomever is with me may land up worrying all night and having their evening spoilt. It’s a very expensive risk.
However, I will learn where the sound is good and go there. The Blue Man Group is no risk at all of course. If you haven’t seen them it’s well worth it. Book fast though, they sell out in days.
Compromised fun
Travel? With a cat that needs two injections a day we’re grounded anyway, long may it continue.
Family is great, except that I have a 2 year old grandson and it’s the devils own job to keep him alive. He’s the size of a four year old, has the strength of a weightlifter, and the speed of Usain Bolt. Things that would be out of reach of any other terrible 2 are easily within his grasp.
So far he’s destroyed two TVs just doing what any child would do, throwing a toy. And torn a cupboard door apart. Not off at the hinges, apart.
He’s such a lovely adorable boy though, I’m sure he’s had tantrums but all I’ve ever seen is a huge smile. Just don’t let him near a climbing frame he should be too small to even think about though. Your nerves will be shot. His parents are heroes.
He’s well worth it.
However
Fur baby personal reasons I’ve forgotten what used to be fun for me. Dancing has just popped into my mind. I knew there was something else. I’ve tried to find dancing where I live, two options, stupid time on a Sunday evening.
I used to love Am Dram. But frankly I’ve got to the age that you join a group