Waiting for Cinders

This afternoon Mummy hazelh and I saw Scottish Ballet's Cinders at the Festival Theatre. We had great seats in the fifth row, and were very well looked after by the staff allocated to audience members with special needs. Mummy hazelh absolutely loved the performance and was completely absorbed by the whole spectacle. Even though ballet doesn't really excite me*, I greatly admired the dancing, music, costumes, and sets. On the basis of this expedition, I'll gladly take Mummy hazelh to the ballet again. (For those who know this show, our Cinders was male.)

This evening Paddy and Caitlin came over to Granny-sit so that Mr hazelh could spend a jolly couple of hours over a delicious meal in our local Greek restaurant with ArcLight and alfthomas.

*The problem with ballet for me is the lack of 'words'. In addition, I still haven't quite recovered from the shame of having to leave a Ballet Rambert performance at the Birmingham Rep during the interval in February 1986 having infected a whole row of students with fits of the giggles in the first act during a silent dance called 'Ink spots'.

Exercise today: 1 hour on the exercise bike; pilates class; walking (14,921 steps).