Pinocchio

Rachel and the idiot went on a date today to see Pinocchio at the Puppet Theatre. It was so beautiful, even I succumbed to a touch of nostalgia. Junked on it in fact. There was a bit involving whales swallowing people, quite traumatic, during which Rachel cried. The only one, I think, in a theatre full of 5 year olds. The whole thing was just marvellous and Chunky Blonde misery got skimmed off the surface like gravy fat.

I'm sorry my posts are a bit runty these days. She needs the computer for this essay rush; desparate to get it all done before the Colombian weekend adventure.

Consette x