Scottish Ballet from the gods

After the good deed for the day - the good side of Facebook being when someone in the village asked for help in delivering her daughter’s washing to her in Gosforth, and we were able to oblige - we set off in 9 inches of snow, meeting the snowplough en route.

Laundry service completed we arrived at #3 daughter’s. Ella was all ready in a strange assortment of clothing for me to take her to the ballet. (She was wearing a flowery floaty skirt. Spotty tights, pink boots, and 3 jumpers, plus a woolly hat and coat.) We got the metro in and walked to the theatre. She was excited by the building, wondering how many people could live there if it was a house. It was a long climb up to our seats. Beside us was an 8 year old girl called Omnea and her mum. The girls made friends which was good as the ballet, Cinderella, was very traditional though the ugly sisters were fun. She said she liked it but prefers something with words and singing. “Annie”is coming in April so that might be more interesting for her.

We got back just as Mr C arrived with #2 daughter and the boys. Luckily we had a quiet drive home as James said there was a big bad mouse outside so we had better not talk or it would come into the car.

After they went to bed we had a cocktail followed by dinner then a Jolly Jackal.

(The boys came down to wake me up at 6.30 am, James saying his tummy was howling for breakfast. I am not going to drink Jolly Jackals again)