Small Things Like These

I am not alone in Wolverhampton. L and the Lad are here too. We are booked into the Novotel and I meet them in the hotel bar after the gig. 

The reason L is here is, of course, East Park Parkrun. After that little jaunt we go back to the hotel for breakfast which they are helpfully serving until 11am. Perfect. It’s a good one too. Lots of different fruit and yoghurt plus the usual options. 

Then we head back homewards. I drop L in Derby and then go to my Dad’s where I install his new phones, shop in Borrowash and do the Navigation pub. 

Back at home later there are fireworks everywhere so we stay in and, with the Lodger out at a display, we hide under the duvet with a big bottle of Leffe. 

Sunday see L at yoga at Wollaton Hall and then we do a joint gym in the afternoon. 

Later L wants to see the film ‘Small Things Like These’ but as it’s sold out at Broadway so we go to Quad in Derby. The (in my opinion) badly managed Quad is very quiet and now only open Thursday through Sunday with food no longer served. Which will no doubt see it decline even further in popularity. 

We eat beforehand at the Exeter, a Roast Beef cob that turns out to be a huge baguette. Nicely washed down with an Indian Porter. 

 

In ‘Small Things Like These’, Cillian Murphy plays a man who witnesses Ireland’s notorious Magdalene Laundries where the church homes unwed mothers who were made to toil in abusive workhouses while having their babies taken away and sold to foster parents. It all takes place in the Dickensian 1980s.

An uplifting evening. 

(Sunday 3^rd November)