July 16th

Drive to the Richmond theatre in the morning. This is Django’s 6th trip to the theatre and he seems to love it. Today we are watching a touring production of Stuart Little. Django wants to leave quite early on. I make him wait till the interval. He hasn’t done this before. His complaint was that he couldn’t understand what people where saying or indeed what was going on.

The cast transported us to New York in the 50’s. They spoke with, largely, Brooklyn accents. It was this that confused Django. To be fair to him I think anyone from Brooklyn in the audience would have had a hard time understanding what they where saying too.

It was yet another hot summer’s day. After lunch in an Italian Pizza parlour we headed home. The kids feel asleep in the car almost immediately. I suggest to Amanda that this would be a perfect time for her to do some shopping for her self. On me. So I park up under a tree for shade. Amanda calls and her shopping trip is abandoned. She has just received a call from her sister. Her brother Jonathon had died in the previous hour. We drive home. Django sensing that something has happened tells his mother right out of the blue that he loves. This makes Amanda cry harder.