Saturday, 19 October 2013



When I decide to get moving on a Friday evening ...

I can finish work at 5.45pm. Feeling a bit frazzled.

Jump out of the bath by 6pm. Feeling a bit better.

Run out of the front door by 6.10pm. (Ladies, you can achieve this once you embrace the sad truth that  no amount of titivation makes any difference at all.)

And by 7pm you're in the bar at the Opera House with a cup of coffee and tarte tatin getting your breath back.

With a ticket up in the gods for Carlos Acosta's exuberant new production of Don Quixote, although sadly he wasn't dancing last night.

I suppose I could have stayed in with a pizza.

5 comments:

Sue said...

You're making me feel provincial again Mary.

mary said...

It does all hang on living near a tube station, Sue! But the downside is you'd need a lottery win to buy a house with a quince tree!

Sally said...

Oh what bliss! What I miss most about big city life is the ballet. Admittedly I only went 3 times a year and had to rush to stand online to buy cheap tickets just before the performance, but these occasions are highlights of my NY years. Lucky you!

mary said...

I don't go often, Sally, maybe once every couple of months, but I'd miss it terribly if it wasn't there. I'm definitely a city girl, I'd be lost living in the country.

Mystica said...

the alternative to the pizza is glorious!