Heaven is sitting with a two-year-old on your lap, a four-year-old snuggled into your side, and a fluffy purple monster growling, two feet away.
Or so I thought when I found myself at Not Now, Bernard, a Unicorn Theatre performance based on the book by David McKee, directed by Ellen McDougall and starring Rhys Rusbatch.
I’ve been fascinated by David McKee ever since I read his book Three Monsters to Austin a couple of years ago. The grown-up themes of immigration, asylum and acceptance were conveyed subtly, with colour and humour. It sent out a message that the last laugh was on the intolerant inhabitants of an island, who are unwilling to share it with a outsider seeking sanctuary.
Not Now, BernardNot Now, Bernard, on the other hand, has always disturbed me a little.