Happy Endings in a Pub

The other night we had a Mamma Mia night in our local pub – a lovely gathering of mostly women (no surprise there) plus Himself as the Token Male. It came about because Jane, the landlady, must be one of the few women over 50 who hadn't managed to get to see Mamma Mia. Other persuading factors included Februrary being a highly (that should be lowly) depressing month, and business in pubs everywhere is dire. So I got hold of a copy of the DVD, we all told our friends, and turned up at the pub at 7.30.

We had a quick natter beforehand and then snuck into a corner of the pub to watch the DVD and have a few more drinks. To get into the spirit of things, the chef even sent us up bowls of popcorn. We ignored the ribald snorts of derision from other drinkers (not many, and they obviously didnt know what they were missing), got out our hankies and settled down for two hours of blissful escapism.

This was my third time of watching and I wept and laughed my way through it and enjoyed it just as much as the previous two times. As my American friend Izzy said, “there'd have to be something seriously the matter with you not to come away feeling good”.

BUT – and I wouldn't have noticed this where it not for my observant husband - at the end, the daughter says goodbye to her three (possible) fathers and gets into the boat. By herself. Boyfriend isn't there.

So what's that all about? At the non-wedding,she decides to go off travelling with boyfriend – so where's he?

Himself thinks that she is doing what Piers Brosnan said she should do – which is what Donna did: go away from the island and see life and then come back and settle down.

What do you think?