Moulin

At last my turn to see Moulin Rouge which was a birthday gift from us all to my pal, way back in October. What a show. FAR better than the movie, better voices ( I never rated Euan McGregor/ Nicole Kidman combo) clever blend of music throughout and brilliant set. Loved it

My son arranged it via his work and at the same time bought tix for my ex mother in law for her Xmas….

Guess who was in the seat behind!?!?!

She said nothing as we plonked ourselves down so I thought I’d compose myself and say hello at the interval.
I turned round, big smile and said Hi N, how are you?

Oh my. If looks could kill. She looked like I’d ask her to eat a poo.

So I said what do you think do the show. Isn’t it fantastic?

Tumbleweed

By now my pals are in the edge of their seats knowing the unfriendly history whereby this lovely lady always starts with an insult..
Nothing. Her lip curled further , staring straight at me…

Finally, ‘yes, I’m enjoying it but why on earth do you want to know?’ Who even are you??

Hahahah
Ok, gloves off.

So I said slowly, deliberately as if speaking to a demented loon, ‘I was once married to your son’

Blank

My pals turned round and said. ‘It’s A, she was C’s wife!!?!?’

What? She retorted
Oh she realised….

Pause

You’re awfully thin in the face so I didn’t recognise you

And there we have it Boom went the predicted insult but mwah mwah mwah mwahhhhh failed. Stupidly she forgot she normally calls me fat so this one was a compliment :5)))))))))))

I replied ‘ thankfully I’m on smaller portions these days’

Hysterical
Small polite conversation ensued but you could see she was furious she had been wrong footed by the bisom who had the audacity to divorce her ‘useless son’ ( her words not mine)
Thankfully Satine and Christian broke up the standoff and the second half commenced. With four girls chuckling the rest of the night.

And that, my friends, is karma :)