After a pancake breakfast, The Family HallMoo drove to Toronto for a Matinee performance of Potted Potter. We had a nice easy journey down there and cold walk along the surrounding streets. It was in a very small theatre and we were seated at the back (of course, Huffle booked the tickets). We started with a drink and popcorn (for the boys). Smallest got to try a Butter Beer (which was expensive as it was just a soda with 'special ingredients' added. It was very sweet but he liked it). The performance was done by two young English men. It was nothing like any of us expected but we all really enjoyed it. Smallest sat next to me and giggled through most of it.
They kind of re enacted the seven Harry Potter books, put on various hats, had different lights and sounds and basically guided us through the whole story. It was a comedy and went on for 70 minutes. It was very clever. There was even an interactive Quidditch game. Half of the theatre were Gryffindor and the other half Slytherin. Two members of the audience were brought on stage as the Seekers of the Snitch (one of the men dressed as a snitch). They sent a beach ball into the audience and they tried to score goals.
After it finished we all walked (miles) to the burger place we like. We weren't hungry so the long walk helped our appetite. It was quite cold and it was good to see a part of Toronto we haven't seen before.
We had a lovely dinner.
Moo and I left the boys for half an hour to go to St Lawrence Market to buy our Christmas Cheeses (mainly lovely English ones) and the boys went off to buy some pastries (the market was nearly finished so they didn't have a lot of choice). We all met back up and started our long long walk back up to the car. It wasn't quite as cold on the way back.
The journey back was very busy but not too bad.
What a lovely day.
A photo for you Grandad - Happy Christmas
....and a Happy Christmas to you too Huffle from your Boss' Boss (look how very pleased he is with his glittery (he hates glitter more than anything - he says it is on a par with wet sand between his toes) Poinsettia. Where's his expensive bottle of wine or shoe voucher for his long suffering wife?
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