Yay and Meh
Meh first of all....I can't go to see my lovely one tomorrow, which is most annoying. Partly because (more Meh) poor Mr P has taken to his bed with Manflu, but also because rehearsals for Magic Flute are just too tight in terms of time for me to toddle up to London for five minutes (if that) of watching him do his stuff. It suddenly seems a long time since I've set eyes on him, even though so much has happened in the last few months.
But Yay for my frock for Magic Flute - borrowed from the RSC, and rather fine. Black brocade with some bizarre magic giving me a small waist and, er, Much Cleavage. I could lose the tenor down there and not even notice. It's so nice not to be being made up as Generic Old Trout and have a glamourous dress. Of course this could necessitate even MORE time in makeup to make me look attractive.....
Ah well. Off to have germs breathed all over me by Mr P. The joys of matrimony.
But Yay for my frock for Magic Flute - borrowed from the RSC, and rather fine. Black brocade with some bizarre magic giving me a small waist and, er, Much Cleavage. I could lose the tenor down there and not even notice. It's so nice not to be being made up as Generic Old Trout and have a glamourous dress. Of course this could necessitate even MORE time in makeup to make me look attractive.....
Ah well. Off to have germs breathed all over me by Mr P. The joys of matrimony.