Then today I doubled up and went to a museum (woo!) and then to a play, Living la Vida London as it were. I enjoyed the Aesthetic exhibit at the V&A, though it didn't have the depth of the Ballet Russes exhibit - still, lots of good art and a decent enough attempt to show their influence on society, plus beluosus will love the bit on book binding. The play tonight was Betty Blue Eyes, a play about some people trying to wiggle their way around meat rationing by raising their own pig. It's really about a lot more than that but it's pretty fun and does have a notable song about a podiatrist, not to mention an, um, pig slaughtering scene that I think kinda splashed water on a lot of the fun we'd been having during the show.
And, as it turns out, my dad does want to see me when I'm in America, but given that the person I'm staying with said no way does she want him on her property, actually arranging this is going to be a hassle. Not to mention I'm sure he'll be a jerk to me anyway. Ah well. At least this way when he dies without ever having made the effort to see me again I can say I tried, and I presume he'll now say he tried. Can I just find some other family and have them adopt me as their daughter? I'm really useful around the house and am sure there's someone out there who'd like to claim me as their own. I make good money that I'm more than willing to spend on the rest of the family and I'm a decent cook, I tell funny stories and I like to play cards. Someone has got to want me in their family even though I'm a bit old to take on as a daughter. Come on, try me. I promise you I'll make you proud.