The country mice became town mice for the evening.

Dressed up in our finery to see The Nutcracker at the Birmingham Hippodrome.

My lovely hubby.

I was and am still Giddy, the ballet by the Birmingham Royal Ballet was absolutely breath taking.

Son no.1 took ballet for many years, from the age of 5 to 11 only giving it up because of the pressures of his peer group whilst going on to secondary school. His teacher told me at the time of making that decision that he was quite gifted, but it was a decision that was his to make. Looking at some of the younger members of the cast, as they performed, it made me realise quite how gifted that boy was. Still from this, he is an excellent Fencer, much of which is fancy footwork along with sharp tactics.

Sorry to witter, but I have to recall, there was one particular boy this evening who so reminded me of son no.2 ‘s ballet at the age of 6yrs. Sturdy is the word I’m looking for, perhaps muscular, along with the brain of a young child which made him slower than the rest which ranged up to a twenty something (he was the youngest and his build was exactly like my second son).. but as was and is the case, although he wasn’t quite in line with the rest, he put in a brilliant effort at following his script (as in stage directions) and never missed a beat. It made me smile and almost made me leak.

We had a lovely evening.

Best put the clothes back into their closet for another year. (or two!)