I made it to the ballet and it was fabulous. The costumes were lovely and the orchestra definitely added to the drama of it all.
The swans were mesmerising and I could have watched them dance all night. The ballerinas were so graceful and light on their feet, even as a big group you could barely hear them. And the men, well what can I say. White tights and lovely bottoms, that I admit I couldn't take my eyes off. What more could a middle aged woman ask for.
Sadly, no opportunities for photos, we weren't even allowed to take the drinks we bought from the bar into the theatre, so I had to neck my pre-show G&T pretty sharpish.
All in all, it was a lovely evening and even though I got the shivers at the interval and the beginnings of a headache, nothing could detract from how wonderful the whole night was.
Today I'm feeling 99% back to normal. Mark made me a smoothie of mixed berries, mango and a spoonful of vanilla yoghurt, which seemed a good healthy way to start the day.
My Avon delivery came. I ordered a diffuser and a small bottle of perfume to keep in my handbag. Not that I'll remember it's in there. Might be best if I just put it on the bedside cabinet.
I've started The Husband's Secret and I'm also getting on with the jigsaw. Thanks to Rachel at Eternally 28 I know the names of these birds now. And Sue's post today over at Our Quiet Life in Suffolk reminded me that at the weekend Amy, who has really bad eyesight, was looking out of the window and asked me what bird had a really bushy tail. It was a squirrel!
My treat of the day was a coffee and walnut cake with a cup of tea while watching Call The Midwife, which I thought was an excellent episode.
It was Thomas' swimming gala tonight. No photo opportunities there either I'm afraid. He'd been chosen to do breast stroke which isn't his best swimming style, made obvious by him only being half way up the pool when everybody else had finished. He persevered like a true champ though and got there in the end.
He wasn't the worst swimmer but I was amazed at how good some of the children were. It's obvious some of them go to clubs, so you had the equivalent of 'Team GB' vs. 'I can just about swim a length without drowning'. It was all good fun though.
He fared much better in the freestyle relay where he did the crawl but to his dismay his school got through to the next round and he has to go again next week. He thought it was a one off which is why he agreed to do it.
So, this weekend we are definitely in training at the pool. The only plus side I see to this is a long soak in the bath Friday evening so I can shave my legs.