When our local R C Primary School closed a few years ago a group of people got together and set up an Arts Centre - The Old School House - or TOSH for short.
They hold exhibitions, various classes (my exercise class is there and I have also been on a couple of literature classes over the winter months) and once a week they show a film. It is only a DVD on a drop-down screen, but it is only down the road and also it does support the enterprise.
For £15 a year you can be a friend of TOSH and for that, as well as a card which gets you a percentage off various cafes in the town, you get one free drinks ticket and one free cinema ticket. So in my book good value for money.
This week's film was Second Best Marigold Hotel - showing at 4.30 and again at 7.30, so a group of us went to see it. The hall was absolutely packed and we enjoyed the film. Nothing spectacular, just a regurgitation of the first film really, but nevertheless a gentle, pleasant, nostalgic film. And I always love to see the street scenes of Indian cities.
For many years I really wanted to go to India. My first husband had been there for some months convalescing after the end of the war (when he was a prisoner of the Japanese on the Death Railway) and he vowed never to return, so we never went there, although we went to various places in China and what was the the Soviet Union.
But India was out.
I am always enthralled by the colour, the millions of people on the streets, the traffic, everything about it is so exotic. I now know that I could not even consider going - all too much. Maybe in the next life.