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DD and the Deathly Hallows, part two

December 7, 2010

So there I was, banned from seeing the latest Harry Potter film – even though I have faithfully taken the girls to all the other films, read the books, bought the DVDs and even asked them all the quiz questions on long car journeys across Europe. I am one of the few people without the surname Rowling who know every single ingredient of polyjuice potion. As you know, I bear things bravely, so I only wrote one whingeing blog post about it and restrained myself to tweeting on the sad subject oh, I don’t know, maybe ten times? Nothing, really.

Anyway, my moaning fortitude bore fruit. Child One arranged to see Harry Potter with a friend on Saturday, and Child Two graciously agreed to accompany me to the film as well. Yippee! I was getting quite excited. Then Child One said casually, ‘Oh, but you’re not coming to the same cinema as me and my friend.’ What? Surely Child Two and I could slip in at the back and she would scarcely even know we were there. Plus I could give her a lift there and back. But no, she was adamant. ‘I want to go on the train. And you’ll only do something embarrassing, like smile at me.’

The snow soon made Child One relent on the train front. She graciously consented to getting a lift, as Southern cancelled all their services and there was no other way to get there, short of walking. But I still wasn’t allowed in the same cinema. Well, heaven forbid I should smile at my own child. So I booked seats for her and her friend with my credit card, then investigated showtimes at other cinemas. There was just about time to get from one place to the other, assuming there was absolutely no traffic on the road on a Saturday before Christmas and also assuming that I was driving a Porsche, instead of the MPV which one kind friend refers to as ‘your van.’

There was just one tiny flylette in the oinkment, as Child Two used to call it. I couldn’t book our seats for Harry Potter, as I would have to give my credit card to Child One to pick up her tickets, and I only have one card. So we’d just have to take a chance that no one else wanted to see the most popular film in the UK.

Off we set, with me perhaps a little glum at the prospect of my forthcoming sprint across South London at warp factor 20 to get to the other cinema, battling through the ice and deranged shoppers, and reached the first cinema a little late. Thankfully, Child One’s friend was not around to see me smiling at my child (not that I felt much like it by that time). Child One then suddenly relented. ‘All right, you can come to this cinema. But Don’t Smile. And Don’t Wave.’

Phew! I agreed not to move in any direction if at all possible, and to keep my face as expression-free as an X Factor judge. In we toddled, Child One sailing over and retrieving her tickets from the machine with my card. Child Two and I joined the interminable queue for Harry Potter. As we finally reached the counter, several hours later, we were told, ‘sorry, sold out.’

We saw Megamind in 3D. It was quite good. I’m not moaning. I’m really, really not. Grrr.

I tell you what, you could cheer me, and possibly yourself, up by clicking over to Next . They have this fabulous Twelve Days of Christmas giveaway going on and today you could win an iPod Touch and accessories worth over £330. Here’s the picture:

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  • Preseli Mags December 7, 2010 at 10:06 am

    It’s a different world. Seeing Harry Potter at two separate cinemas at the same time in rural Wales would require private helicopters at the very least. As for public transport – don’t get me started! Sometimes having fewer choices makes life much simpler. I clicked and entered by the way. (And I still haven’t seen the new Harry Potter!)

    • Dulwich Divorcee December 7, 2010 at 12:39 pm

      You are fab, thanks for clicking! I wish I lived in Wales where Child One would just have to put up with the odd smile 😉

  • Meltdownmum December 7, 2010 at 1:53 pm

    Ha – this post made me smile. And you’re so gracious about your eldest not wanting to be seen in same cinema – I have all this to come… Will go and click to Next now!

    • Dulwich Divorcee December 8, 2010 at 4:16 am

      Hmmm, not sure I feel terribly gracious ….but I do remember being horribly embarrassed by my relatives at her age. Obviously they were very odd, and I am soooo normal *ahem* but I do see where she is coming from! Thanks for the Next click x