Getting ahead of myself

Another wet windy day. I headed in to town for lunch with a friend who will have a new hip tomorrow. Then before picking up two grumpy boys from nursery, I bought tickets for Theatre Royal for as far ahead as July. Who knows where we'll all be by then, but I'm risking it. The daughters said the were crying with laughter at this Scottish production, and it was so popular it's coming back. The ticket seller said she had to warn me it was very irreverent and rude. I said that's what I hoped. We are going on what would have been #1 daughter's 45th birthday - she'd have also cried laughing so we won't be sad. We are treating S and M as he is going to become a pensioner around then.