The day had started off so well.
I sat there in the hair-dressing chair, at the last minute appointment I was so lucky to get, with my newly shorn tresses being efficiently and gently coloured and put into easy meche plastic packets.
It is of course a time consuming operation and hard to find the requisite couple of hours to set aside for this mood enhancing, uplifting - and therefore totally necessary for ones survival - exercise!
However needs must, I thought as the grey speckles glittered through the ever darkening fronds, and the time was found.
Oh, it was bliss, sitting there chatting to real life adults and flicking through magazine after magazine. At 11 O'Clock in the morning! I was only saying to the girl how unusual it was to be able to do this. It was like a guilty pleasure. I was even contemplating a nice light lunch somewhere afterwards.
But it didn't take long for the guilty pleasure bubble to burst.
All it took was a phone call. And one look at caller-ID for the heart to beat faster and the stomach to drop when I saw that it was the school phoning.
But it was okay, it wasn't one of those phone calls. it was one of these - you know, the 'I forgot my text book/copybook/pencil case/jumper/entire school bag/my head (circle as appropriate) ....can you bring it.....please??' spoken in his bestest good-boy voice!
Well, it was all hands on deck as the plastic packets were whipped from my head as soon as they were ready, and my hair was blow-dried quickly and brilliantly before I left, with newly golden high-lighted hair bouncing in the Spring breeze!
A quick dash home and I was at the school just in time to deliver the forgotten item ..... and to see the cool teens hanging out, chatting before lunch break was over. Worth it for that alone ;-)
No point in going home to come back in 2 hours, I thought to myself before dashing off to get some shopping jobs done. With hair continuing to bounce in the Spring breeze..... and the light Spring showers. Noooooo.....!!
Of course the 'nice light lunch' became a quickly purchased and consumed bag of popcorn, apple and bottle of water in the car as I waited for school to finish! Phew.....
A quick dash home to deposit the boy and his homework filled school bag and it was time to put my years of quick costume changes - gleaned through many, many shows - to good use and change into my 'going out' clothes and face. It was a quick 30 minute turnaround and all 'W' questions - especially the 'what's for dinner Mum' was met with a very prompt...'Ask your Father' before I vamoosed out the door, with ever-bouncing hair....
Straight to Milano for a quick pre-theatre dinner with a good friend. It was so lovely to have a catch-up chat.
Before long we were in our seats in the stalls of Bord Gais Energy Theatre for a wonderful performance of War Horse. Now, I'm an all singin' and dancin' kinda gal but this show - a play with music and some unaccompanied singing - was amazing. It's a heartwarming tale of a teenage boy and his World War 1 fighting horse that has been uniquely adapted for stage. The use of life-sized equine puppetry and the attention to detail is phenomenal. Watch out for the hilarious Goose too, he sure knows how to milk his scenes! The floating 'cloud' that enhances the narrative is also brilliant. The show was admittedly slow to start but it didn't disappoint. Lots of funny and poignant moments, and some extremely loud gunfire too! A great show that deserved it's standing ovation.
It was a perfect end to this very hectic day.....