The revenge of the vegetable boullion with added cat...
Ballet this evening was rather splendid. Apart from the bit where I was quite wobbly. For which read: "apart from my repeatedly almost falling over, turning dizzy/faint, and being a bit more purple at my peripheries than generally comes recommended". But never mind, because it was ballet and thus frabjous. I am Very Sad Indeed that next week is the last class of the term. *looks mournful* We will be sent forms in August to sign up for September, but that is clearly vastly too far away *sighs*
The SBT was on particularly good form this evening. As was Rosie. And indeed Alison. Thus there was an awful lot of comedy, fr'example the SBT claiming the reason for releves is purely to knacker Rosie out; Alison being entirely blamed for a) us having to dance the vegetable boullion and b) having to do turns with arms outstretched; and Alison and Rosie doing possibly the best waltz ever, with commentary, loonlike grins, and splendid bows at the end. There was an awful lot of giggling. The SBT thought up some quite frightening exercises for us - one at the barre which involved releve devant, then derriere, then passe en arriere twice, then releve derriere, releve devant and a demi-detourne, after which you did the same thing on the other side, repeating until you thought you might fall over. (I really do need to work out how to get the shiny laptop to do accents...) She also thought out a particularly vile set of jumps for the centre work which were almost my undoing as she had us jumping and turning. *shudders*
After ballet Pim and I wandered down to the chip shop only to discover it was closed. Clearly we are still being punished for having had the temerity to get chips on a Sunday. There was an awful lot of woe & some pretty-pointless meandering, but then we went and had a really rather scrummy tea in a pizza/pasta place. I had very very nice pasta with vegetables in a tomatoey sauce and some Diet Coke. The waitress was quite mental, but very nice, and let us have straws with our drinks. And the sky looked so pretty on the way home, with pink-tinged clouds and there was a 321 bus just exactly as we got to Lewisham and then there were seats on the bus (and ticket inspectors again, always exciting) and then everything looked so nice as I ambled home listening to the Messiah (as in the Handel thingy, rather than having a religious vision, just to be clear).
Oh, and when I got in Daniel was just home and sorting his tea & he has been asked to join an important women's studies committee thing even though he is not an early modernist and it is very splendid and I am very proud of him, because he is very clever and he works very hard & cares so much about his subject and it is nice other people see this too. So huzzah.
I am still quite sleepy after the weekend's excitements (although pretty much all I did today was sleep) so I've had a nice shower and am in my jammies (in dramatic pyjama-related news I am wearing a mismatched set - pink starry bottoms with pink giraffe vest) and quite contemplating getting some sleep before too long...
The SBT was on particularly good form this evening. As was Rosie. And indeed Alison. Thus there was an awful lot of comedy, fr'example the SBT claiming the reason for releves is purely to knacker Rosie out; Alison being entirely blamed for a) us having to dance the vegetable boullion and b) having to do turns with arms outstretched; and Alison and Rosie doing possibly the best waltz ever, with commentary, loonlike grins, and splendid bows at the end. There was an awful lot of giggling. The SBT thought up some quite frightening exercises for us - one at the barre which involved releve devant, then derriere, then passe en arriere twice, then releve derriere, releve devant and a demi-detourne, after which you did the same thing on the other side, repeating until you thought you might fall over. (I really do need to work out how to get the shiny laptop to do accents...) She also thought out a particularly vile set of jumps for the centre work which were almost my undoing as she had us jumping and turning. *shudders*
After ballet Pim and I wandered down to the chip shop only to discover it was closed. Clearly we are still being punished for having had the temerity to get chips on a Sunday. There was an awful lot of woe & some pretty-pointless meandering, but then we went and had a really rather scrummy tea in a pizza/pasta place. I had very very nice pasta with vegetables in a tomatoey sauce and some Diet Coke. The waitress was quite mental, but very nice, and let us have straws with our drinks. And the sky looked so pretty on the way home, with pink-tinged clouds and there was a 321 bus just exactly as we got to Lewisham and then there were seats on the bus (and ticket inspectors again, always exciting) and then everything looked so nice as I ambled home listening to the Messiah (as in the Handel thingy, rather than having a religious vision, just to be clear).
Oh, and when I got in Daniel was just home and sorting his tea & he has been asked to join an important women's studies committee thing even though he is not an early modernist and it is very splendid and I am very proud of him, because he is very clever and he works very hard & cares so much about his subject and it is nice other people see this too. So huzzah.
I am still quite sleepy after the weekend's excitements (although pretty much all I did today was sleep) so I've had a nice shower and am in my jammies (in dramatic pyjama-related news I am wearing a mismatched set - pink starry bottoms with pink giraffe vest) and quite contemplating getting some sleep before too long...