So first night back on Tuesday, having had breakfast on the plane about 3.30 am, Mel went to bed about 9, I tried my hardest to watch the second half of the Spurs Chelsea match, sat down with a cup of tea, took one sip and promptly fell asleep. Nothing to do with Harry Kane, with Dele Alli, with the VAR, I was just ‘done’. Went to bed. We woke up at 5.45 and that was it. By 6.30 we were out of bed and, pretty much, bouncing round the house. With what appears to be ‘energy’ but in fact is something much more sinister. Its just a false sense of security manifesting as bright and breezy. Though we both managed to get through the working day, probably due to the ‘catch up’ factor of first days back. We ate, then Mel fell asleep, quite literally, over her dinner plate. Took a bath and went to bed before 9. I followed soon after when the eyes would no longer do my bidding. We were up at 4am. Bit early, even for Lila Day. Talked til 5 thinking ‘this is it then’ and then a funny thing happened. It was 8 o’clock and Lila was knocking at the door. HOLY SHIT!!! Didn’t really matter because Lila can’t really tell the time yet. Though even she probably realised that the tick had tocked way longer than it should.

The (possibly only) good thing about long flights is that you get time to watch a few movies. Ones that you wouldn’t spend money on in the cinema but were deemed at least ‘watchable’ by those who (think they) know. Or movies that Mel won’t go and see. Like Ant Man and the Wasp. Well reviewed at the time even by serious filmos and I love all SuperHero stuff. I wanted to be one. But failing that, love all that shit. And especially women Superheroes. Nothing to do with skin-tight Lycra and tiny little skirts at all; what do take me for??? (Other than what I am). And so good, and funny and clever was Ant Man, that on the way back I watched WonderWoman. Every schoolboy’s fantasy. Ok, Amazon women, all alone and manless on their little island, but children get born. Odder things happen in the Bible. But I believe Wonder Woman. Another really well reviewed film and rightly so. It’s brilliant. Clever, funny, even political; massively anti-war and intrinsically ultra-feminist. And Gal Gadot…

But Identical Strangers was the real winner. The documentary about identical triplets (itself rarer than Mancunian United fans) who were separated at birth under an adoption plan. Which turned out to be some horrendous, almost Orwellian type psychological experiment in cahoots with the adoption agency. Starts off all schmaltzy as the triplets finally meet by chance but get darker. Much much darker. Amazing. Stuff.

Happy… Friday?

A xxxx