The Trocks

The pool was very quiet when I arrived at 7.15 , and then got busy.  Couple of new folk were unhappy about the chatterers and the swimming in the 'wrong' lanes.  Hiding to nothing my friends!

I came home and made the mistake if going on the work WA and then email.  that sucked up a couple of hours.  Then I did some admin on the new Choir website.

After lunch I went off to Ardmillan, for the last time.  Another age related rite of passage, like my new driving licence that arrived last week.

Then another bus to the Festival Theatre for coffee, and the cake, before going to Les Ballets Trockadero de Monte Carlo open rehearsal.  It was very interesting and amazing to watch highly trained, very skilled dancers doing class and rehearsing parts of the programme.

I went across the road to Solti for dinner.  Didn't really enjoy it.  I suffered the fate of the single diner being stuck in a corner, very dark, table.  Food was ok but not a lot of meat in the sauce and strangely too much naan. The worst bit was the constant thumping bass of the music track, more suited to a late night club than an early evening Asian restaurant. It didn't help that the waiter (not Asian) said I reminded him of his grandmother.  He was probably around #1 son's age.  I thought of removing the service charge, but didn't. I don't agree with tipping or service charges.  Just charge what it costs.

Back to The Festival Theatre but there wasn't time to get back in my book before E arrived for our evening of comedy ballet.  Was a great night and impossible to identify the guys I'd seen dancing in the afternoon, apart from the very tall one.

And then home for HIGNFY, which wasn't really finny as the world they are trying to reflect is beyond hilarious.