Cinema and threatre nights out – by PP

I went to the theatre as and when we could get a babysitter. It was usually my mother who would come over. I would have to give her a meal and feed her and then we could go out. Eventually, if we were very lucky, we got to the cinema. If we were going to the theatre and we had booked tickets; that was fine, because my husband would get a move on. If it was cinema, any time would do. He would not keep to a deadline and as often as not he would say, “We’d better go in and visit Mum first.” So we we’d trek down to Kew to visit his mother. “Oh, I‘ve just done this and I’ve just done that and do have a beer”… and we wouldn’t go anywhere. So that was my entertainment. It used to make me cross, actually.