We’re convinced that Caradon Council are putting cocaine in our drinking water of late. Everything in our world feels as though we’re taking massive quantities of drugs. (Don’t worry – not really, but it IS the only explanation we can think of for why we’re experiencing such a bunch of weird things. Last night we didn’t put the telly on except for the news but the two nights before we watched films that in both cases we’d probably surmise that the makers were on serious quantities of mind-altering substances – for anyone interested they were ‘Hudson Hawk’ – what was that about? And ‘I love Huckerbees’ (except with love taken out and a heart put in) – VERY strange……..That was after sitting through Barton Fink a few weeks ago - the weirdness in that one was quite something.

Tonight is no exception – we’ve been to see Peer Gynt at the Minack.

We took my folks and to be honest, the choice of play was my Dad’s – I think he thought he’d get Grieg’s music as well and in fact he got lots of early Queen! The truth is, it’s probably the last thing I’d have chosen but then again, I am a bit of a ‘light entertainment’ girl really.

Anyway, when you’re the birthday boy you get to choose the entertainment.

Going to a play there is always a bit surreal because of the setting and the ‘hooray henry’ picnicking frenzy is something to behold. People really go to town on cold cuts of meat, fancy salads, champers, strawberries and cream, served on the fanciest plastic crockery and cutlery available and sloshed down with a few bucket-loads of wine. I felt I’d really let down our little party woefully with my inadequate little picnic of home-made bread rolls stuffed with cheese and pickle and a flask of cocoa. Still, I think they enjoyed it.

My parents were subjected to a display of gratuitous foreplay by the couple in front of them who spent the entire play ‘tonguing’ – oh please…..GET A ROOM!

Do I sound like I’m crabby? I’m not really – I’m just trying to explain the full weirdness of it. The play put the icing on the cake. As we climbed back into the car, my Dad observed ‘now I know what Peer Gynt is all about’ – he’s on his own there then because the rest of us looked at one another with a bemused expression and went ‘huh’!

Last year, my ancestor was on display.