Last minute change of plan.  I was ready to set off for Barcelona for tango and time with friends when a summer malaise crept up on me. I decided an evening at home was needed rather than a hot sweaty walk to the train, followed by a stuffy night in the city.  And tonight there was an open air showing of A Hard’s Day Night in the Plaça de Can Sínia, just five minutes down the road.
There is always something special about watching a film outside, in short sleeves and sandals, with warm air brushing your skin.
I remember seeing this first time round. Sitting in the cinema with my mother and turning to her midway through asking ” shall I scream now?”

It would be nice if John Lennon was still around, no?
Next week they will be showing MASH!