This afternoon The Boy Child and I went into the West End
to see Goodnight Mister Tom at the Duke of York's theatre.
We saw it last time it was in the West End
and The Boy Child was more than happy to see it again.
There we were, settling down to Act 2 and
the scene is where disturbed Mrs Beech is haranguing poor William.
The Boy Child does no more than lean across and whispers in my ear,
"she sounds just like you!"
To say that I was appalled would be an understatement.