Our Cursed Child?

Nah, don't think so... so Ms H awoke to be 18 today... our wee lass. At breakfast we surprised her with tickets for the Harry Potter and The Cursed Child play and she was on cloud nine. I remember over a year ago wandering around the grounds at work on the phone queue to book them finding out it was much easier to do that than wait in queue on their website. And from that our holiday took shape... if we were in London, why don't we just pop off half way round the world while we were here...

Although I was working today, I joined the girls at lunchtime for a swim before they went off to get their nails done after which Ms H went to Sainsburys to buy a small bottle of Rose'. She's not a big drinker, but the need to buy alcohol seemed high and of course she was happy to be asked her age. So off for a posh dinner before the play, I had not read the screenplay/book before but during her 18 years I read all the books to her.

We were taken aback with Part 1 of the play, not only with the story and acting, but with the effects - they were stunning and so clever. We loved it but what a cliff hanger it left us on. Part 2 is tomorrow night... cannae wait!

Back at the hotel we finally bought Ms H a drink, we had cocktails, she'd been saving herself until after the show!