We nodded, took notes and then got our heads together and banned her from all knowledge of our plans. It drove her mad with frustration but she wanted surprises!
best kept little Italian secrets in Canterbury. The poem was filled to the brim with clues about the activities that she would expect the following weekend. The poem was delivered via Owl Post and contained as many HP references as I could squeeze in. It was cryptic but helped to build her excitement (and nerves!)
We had booked a beautiful little village hall for our daytime activities, told the girls to dress up in HP clothing and get there before midday and then we got decorating.
We created a 'Potions' corner and filled it with old jars and bottles that I raided from our Canterbury Players prop warehouse. I filled the jars with various liquids dyed with food colouring and made mystic labels to try and replicate the potions cupboard. Some of the contents were edible, but not all! We had balloons around the room in spring time colours and even an 'owlery' in the foyer. There were large gothic candlesticks on the window sills, antique clocks and brightly coloured strips of cloth (also raided from our warehouse - it is really rather convenient...) to make tablecloths. The hall looked like Harry Potter had collided with Easter and we were rather pleased with the effect.
I wonder if you would be faster than the teams were? Here are two of the clues that the teams had to solve; have a go and write where you think the teams would have found the sticker in the comments section!
This work commute is an unusual sort
All use it the same whether tall or short
Get the wrong one, it could be quite tragic,
It's this way to the Ministry of Magic!
I sat on her shoulder through ages long past
Graceful and deadly and wise
Now I flit through the air so silent and fast
Reflecting the ancients in my goddess' eyes
We parked up and walked Ellie into town. She had no idea where we were headed but thought it may have been Bramley's, one of our favourite haunts, as we turned down a side street. We didn't stop there though. At a rather closed looking venue we opened the door and Ellie found herself in Margaritas, a cocktail specialist. Here Ellie (and the rest of us) were to receive a master class in mixing cocktails. We were given tables of shots, mixers and glasses and given a lesson about each cocktail we made, including how to recognise the tell-tell signs of a pre-mix being used; very handy information.
So far we thought we had been pretty nice to our hen! We had let her decorate cupcakes, play in a treasure hunt, fed her numerous cocktails and given her pizza. It was about time we upped the stakes a bit! One of the other bridesmaids is incredibly crafty and had made The Monster Book Of Monsters and filled it with a parchment Mr and Mrs Quiz and Russian Roulette chocolates.
Finally we made our way to The Picture House where we had reserved the gallery for dancing and drinks until the small hours of the morning. It's an interesting venue, as it's name suggests its also a cinema and while we were there they happened to be showing one of the Bond films (muted) on the giant screen as the DJ did his stuff on the dance floor.