Labyrinth

Following the exploits of last night, I was a little groggy upon awakening this morning.

On hearing me stirring, a grinning Eldest popped her head around the door and enquired as to what time I got in last night. Too late.

The grogginess took its sweet time to leave, so not much has been accomplished today, save for getting The Eldest back home. When I got back to mine, I regarded the piles of washing and general tidying up required and leapt…….onto the sofa and watched a couple of episodes of The White Lotus, which is curious beast.

Besides which I wanted to rest up and be fresh for the evening, so having collected Simmo and informed her children (who weren’t joining us) that having a party in her absence was entirely acceptable, we headed off to her sister’s place to spend a very lovely evening in the garden enjoying a delicious home cooked curry and warming ourselves by the fire pit. 

A projector and sound system had been hooked up outside and a screen attached to the side of the cottage onto which was beamed Jim Henson’s ‘Labyrinth’. The themes of losing something precious, being trapped in a different world and well, David Bowie’s hair, wardrobe and performance combined to terrify the sweet bejesus out of a young D, but with a few more years under my belt and now being a well adjusted, grown-up man I thought it was finally safe to revisit it. It really is a great film, bursting with that patented Henson creative genius and made all the more enjoyable for being watched outside, in good company and surrounded by fairy lights as an open fire gently spits and crackles away.

It was a fine end to the middle third of the Bank Holiday weekend, which meant that having deposited Simmo back with her girls (disappointingly they hadn’t had a massive house party) I didn’t need much rocking before falling asleep.