Off this afternoon to see Charlie and The Chocolate Factory with MJ, Jack, Kate, and Kate's best friend Christine. Everyone enjoyed the movie but missed the crucial section due to toilet emergencies.

Leaving the cinema we discovered the car had a flat battery so while MJ waited for a man to come and jump start it I took the kids for a slice of pizza. I appeared to be talking some kind of Martian dialect when I was ordering. But was only mildly stressed by Kate and Christina locking themselves into the toilet, and only walking calmly from it as I began to negotiate with staff (in Martian) for their release.

In the evening went shopping and for some more grub with the same cast of characters. Getting on well with Jack, which is nice. Ate in an Italian restaurant and felt a bit Hugh Grant-ish when the waitress told me I had a nice accent.

Being driven around a lot by MJ and for some reason this makes me feel very cool, not to mention big and clever.