In the library on Saturday I noticed that they had La La Land on dvd to hire (£2.75 for 2 nights or, in this case as they're closed on Mondays, 3 nights). I've wanted to see it for ages so I went mad and rented it.
'Do you want to watch it?' I asked Husband.
'Yes,' he said. 'I enjoyed Mamma Mia.'
So last night we settled down to watch.
Half an hour into it Husband sighed deeply.
'Are you bored?' I asked.
'Do you want me to stop watching? I can finish it tomorrow.'
'No, no, carry on.'
Ten minutes later another huge sigh.
'Really I can watch the rest of it tomorrow.'
'No,' he said, getting up. 'I'll go and play on my computer.'
So I was able to watch the rest in peace. You can't enjoy something when you know you're making someone else suffer.
And I grinned almost all the way through it. Until it got to the end when I nearly threw my shoe at the television. I don't want to spoil it for those who haven't seen it but, really, if this was meant as a tribute to the old musicals the writers obviously didn't do their research very well.