Satisfied

Very weird dreams last night. I dreamt that I was lost and trapped under the Hamilton stage, which was like a hellscape with rooms made of heavy steel in which were trapped massive rats.

Sort that one out, Dr Freud…

Following a little cajoling The Eldest and I were up and out early to get up to London for a wander and a viewing of Hamilton. First stop was Covent Garden and the Apple store where I was able to surprise her with some funds I had set aside for University and had let her know that she could do worse things with it than investing in a shiny new laptop for herself. We sat in the sunshine outside a cafe whilst she mulled it over and had a cup of tea and a danish, before inevitably returning to the store to collect her new MacBook Air. It is a thing of beauty and if she looks after it, it could well last her the next 10 years.

With some birthday money from her grandparents burning a hole in her pocket, she picked up some perfume from Glossier (I had zero idea, but apparently this was a big deal?!) and then we had a wander down and through Leicester Square before a whistle stop tour of the National Gallery.

With time marching on (it was a matinee showing) we headed over to Victoria for a horrendously overpriced yet delicious burger and shake. I hadn’t realised how close we were to Buckingham Palace, so with it being such a gorgeous day and with time to kill, we wandered over and relaxed in the Palace gardens for a little while and watched the world go by.

Then it was back to the theatre to raid the souvenir stand before the show began and the next three hours of our lives just melted away. The show was as incredible as ever (Burr, The King, John Laurens and Eliza were my stand outs this time) and it completely swept us along as The Eldest and I sat there and let the tears flow and the laughter burst forth.

The performances of Wait for It and Burn were absolutely pitch perfect and gut-wrenching that by the time for the curtain call, we were all on our feet, applauding and cheering loudly. Electric.

We made our way home and back at the parents, we debriefed with toasties and a drink as we recounted our day in the precious moments before The Eldest became lost in her new toy.

She’s had a great day and after what she’s been through and how she’s responded to it these last few years, spoiling her rotten for a day was long overdue.

One tired proud father tonight.


(Photo courtesy of my mother, some other bits in extras.)