Last night I hooked up with another single mom for movies and supper.
Her son T is 10, and she was a neighbour of mine several years ago. When we met about six years ago, I had an armful of beer- a monthly gratuity from work- and she was outside smoking when I walked past. I was trying to stop smoking, and told her I’d trade a cold Black Label for a cigarette. What a way to meet, eh?! We spent the whole of that weekend together. Our boys have a lot in common- although her son sees his father occasionally- and they play together really well.
She’s no longer a neighbour, but we chat on email and SMS regularly, and every now and then we get together and swap books, share supper ingredients and watch movies. We usually rent a scary age restricted film that she and I can watch while the boys play out of sight of the TV. Last time we ate macaroni cheese and watched Silence of the Lambs which I’ve seen several times but L had not yet seen. Then last night we had toad-in-the-hole with a divine peach pie and custard for dessert while we watched Flushed Away with the boys, which was surprisingly funny! Then Damien and T made their way to the bedroom with LEGO and Warhammer, and L and I watched Tarantino’s film Hostel… alone!
I had that horrible tickly feeling in the pit of my stomach from the beginning of the movie. It was very gory, yet frighteningly believable! It feels odd to say I enjoyed it- but it was a good movie and if you’re a fan of horror movies, or Quentin Tarantino at all, I highly recommend it.
There Is Never An Excuse
One in three is not a statistic - one in three is a crying shame.