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Tubes, Daffs and Ballet

This week, I’ve been clobbered by another sinus infection which I thought I could beat by myself until The Earache from Hell drove me to the GP. Having consumed more pharmaceutical weapons of mass destruction than you can shake a stick at, I’m keeping my fingers crossed that I’ll see some improvement.

On a brighter note, Friday was our wedding anniversary, Tom filled the house with daffodils and sent me a very beautiful card created from one of his epaintings. 


 The weather’s been largely dry and bright, but we only managed a short trip out and about because my ear didn’t enjoy the cold very much.

Next week, though, we’re doing something I’m very much looking forwards to. The girls and their other halves kindly gave us vouchers for the Millennium Centre for Christmas. Earlier in the year, I was keen to see the Welsh National Opera’s new production of Alban Berg’s Lulu, but the more I thought about, the less inclined I was to brave such a depressing story after a long cold winter. Looking at the programme, I didn’t really feel like seeing Madame Butterfly again, as much as I enjoyed it last time, and I’m not really up for more Wagner just yet after the Tristan und Isolde marathon.

Then I spotted this… And thanks to our generous gift, we’re not even sitting in the gods for once! I’ve never been to the ballet before, so I don’t know if it’ll take, but I’m really looking forwards to doing something different.

Comments

Jane Lovering said…
Sounds like fabulous fun, Chris - I do hope you throw off the earache in time to enjoy it. Get well soon. x
Sarah Tranter said…
Hope you have a wonderful time, Chris - sure you will. And the card is beautiful. It sounds like your anniversary was a very special day :) X
Kath said…
Hope your earache clears up very very soon - the boys need you at full strength next weekend! I can't do this on my own.

I watched a programme about the making of Matthew Bourne's Beauty and I think it'll be incredible. Hope you enjoy it. x
Preet said…
Happy Anniversary Chris and Tom!

I think going to the ballet is wonderful. I've never been, but I know I wanted to be a ballet dancer when I was young. The ballet seems to be a more modern take on Sleeping Beauty, but I'm sure it'll be wonderful.

And I'm sorry to hear about the sinus infection. They can be painful and stubborn. I hope you've gotten some relief.

Frances said…
Best wishes to you and Tom!

Chris, I'm sure you ear ache will be banished well before you attend that marvelous ballet.

I've seen that ballet...but, of course, a different production with a different ballet company, here in New York. Prepare to be transported.

xo
sheepish said…
I am sure you will love the ballet. With regards to your sinus infections I have suffered with them from time to time and although antibiotics work in the short term the problems always seem to recur. The best treatment I have ever had was from a Cranial Osteopath, if you can find a recommended practitioner in your area I would give it a go. Also make sure not to run when its very cold as this can upset your sinuses, or if you want to run then cover your nose and mouth with a scarf.
Chris Stovell said…
Thanks Jane, the earache packed up in time but the production was so brilliant I think it would have distracted me anyway.

Thanks Sarah, the card was a lovely surprise and we had a good day.

I've seen from FB that you saw it too, Kathryn - wasn't it fab?

Chanpreet - thank you! The ballet was amazing - go if you get the chance. And, yes, I'm proof that sinus infections do drag on!

Frances, thank you. Oh, we were - if you get the chance to see this production do seize it!

Sheepish, I'm now on a second course of antibiotics so it is proving hard to shift. I haven't dared run as it's been so cold here. Thanks for your advice.
Flowerpot said…
Sinus infections are just hellish, Chris, so hope it clears very soon. and enjoy the ballet - I'm sure you will!

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