Get on your nerves, get on your nerves

Last night I was going to blog all about our visit to the Birmingham Hippodrome to see the panto. Usually we go before Christmas but that wasn’t possible this season, and going after the New Year seems very strange. This year it was Jack and the Beanstalk starring Joe Pasquale, fresh from his adventures in I’m A Celeb etc. Ned had a bet on with a pal at work for the number of times ‘Jacobs’ were mentioned. Pal-at-work reckoned it would be 20+. As it turned out, it was once. So Ned wins – hurrah! As usual the production was excellent, and being live theatre it more than once strayed from the script resulting in the ‘corpsing’ of several of the cast and much hilarity from the audience.

But I didn’t blog it last night because when we got home it appeared the Boy had killed the computer; the on/off button was completely dysfunctional. I promptly started to hyperventilate at the thought of being Internet-free till we could get a little man in to mendify it, and had to have several medicinal restorative beers to enable me to sleep soundly. However the IT-fairies must have visited during the night, because when we hopefully tried it this morning it fired up in its usual noisy fashion. Hurrah again!

The rest of the day was a failure though, and has left us feeling very depressed and disheartened having had a run-in with a landowner when we were caching, even though we didn’t stray from the public footpaths at all (OS maps and waymark arrows backed us up, but he wasn’t having any of it). And it was grey and drizzly and miserable, and we didn’t see Jeremy Clarkson’s Lightning or number 253 either. So we came home feeling glum.