Oh joy, we are back to the snow again. Not up to the old Narnia standards, but seriously cold and lots of the white stuff making Walton's Mountain it's usual fun place to be stuck on.
We did make an escape on saturday night, thanks to Emma's jeep. We all headed out en mass to see the latest Harry Potter film. Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows pt 1.
Alas I was completely lost at the beginning, for although I had been to the cinema to see the last epic, I had rather shamefully fallen asleep. Yes, yes, it's an age thing I guess. The old bod just switches off when meeting a comfy chair and next thing you know you're covered in popcorn and daughter telling you to shut uo, wake up and not be such an embarrassment.
Anyway, apart from being a tad lost as to why the kids were rushing around hunting out a necklace that then caused havoc, made them look very hollow eyed and tetchy and had to be destroyed by special sword etc, it was all very exciting.
I was so involved in the film and all the action and drama, that the ending, the sadness and death came as a real shock. When my beloved little Dobby the house elf died in Harry's arms I became a sobbing wreck. This embarrassed daughter far more than my usual nodding off. There we were in a happy gang of seven all in a row, and there was Mum blubbing like a baby and scrabbling everywhere for a hanky.
"Don't mind Mum, she's always had a thing about Dobby" explained Idgy to her pals. Emma and Ali nearly fell over laughing at the state I'd got into.
Seriously think I should be in mourning for my favourite little character. So unexpected in an elf so young. No warning nothing, a tragedy really.
Okay, so there are some terrible things happening in the world right now, that dreadful shooting in America this weekend for one thing. Things that draw horror from our souls and touch hearts worldwide. But just for a moment, just in my little life in my little corner of the world, a silly little puppet type character made me cry.
I'm sure there must have been other Mums letting the side down and shedding a tear in the cinema that night. Alas, none were in our row so I looked a complete pratt.
Needless to say Idgy has teased me mercilessly since. She revels in pointing out my propensity for crying over the unreal characters, remember Avatar – don't even go there.
So here's to Dobby, an elf of the first order.