And you know, I just adored that movie when I was six. Adored it. And then one day when I was off school with the mumps I saw Yul Brinner being interviewed on the telly, and bounded off to tell my parents that he was performing live in 'The King And I' in London!!!! And of course I was too young to realise that our finances weren't so hot, and that going down to London to take in a West End show was an expensive proposition - but my parents, bless them, managed to pull it off anyway. And thus my 7th birthday was celebrated by going to see The King and I on stage, instead of a party. (This set the tone for the next several birthdays.) Little did I guess that some 25 years later I'd be going to Siam myself, to teach small Siamese children.
Funny how life turns out, isn't it?
This makes me cry. I suspect I need caffeinating.
It made me cry too, and I've had caffeine.
Pasta, too - anything grainy or starchy. Ugh.
Lovely. Just lovely. I don't see any this morning, so I'm being ridiculously hopeful that they just disappeared during the night. Yes, I know I am floating on the river of denial, but I like it.