hark! the herald angels sing

So I've been a bad poster again. I'm sorry

I went to the ballet today. I may be in love with a. Ben and b. Pyotr Ilyich and c. Every single member of the Royal Ballet. Ballet is fantastic. There's something about getting men, putting them in tights and a top that's at least one of the following things:

• Pink
• Skin-tight
• Shimmery
• Sequined
• Glittery
• Gold

that somehow makes them all the more wonderful. Every time I close my eyes now I can see a line of fairies pointing and lifting and changing their feet under a tutu. Very pretty. Have now been to the ballet enough times to recognise names on the cast sheet. Hurrah!

This is a rubbish post. But I think it'll have to do.