Bolshoi and Bad Teeth

 To be honest, it's been a bit of a week.

The blog's 97 year-old Mascot got between the Dog of the Year and a piece

 of pumpkin souffle, and ended up in the Vet's surgery.

On a Sunday for triple time-and-a-half with a broken jaw and two loose teeth.

The result of a three second dog-to-dog scuffle.

I'd be lying if I didn't say I felt devastated.

And I blame myself.

Good news is though, we are now back to normal duties.

Thank goodness.

That big Agave thing in the front yard's now in full bloom.

Attracting birds, too.

 



 In incoming correspondence Mr Fascinata secured two tickets to the Bolshoi Ballet's Le Corsaire.

And, a dinner at the Lyrebird Restaurant.
Lucky, I know.

Out with Cartier, who would have thought?

 There was all sorts of loveliness, and a fairly simple plot:

including pirates, aristocrats and slave-girls.

A big artistic coup for little old Brisbane.

 



 

I zhu-zhu'd up after the chalkface.

 I conjured up the biggest hair donut I'd ever imagined.

 Don't panic, there's only a cleaning kit in that Cartier box.
Just for props purposes.

 There were pirates doing all sorts of things in Le Corsair.

 The restaurant threw on afters, too.
With a Russian twist.

 And wonderfully, one of the junior workers at the chalkface

actually auditioned yonks ago and joined the Bolshoi ballerinas on stage, 

as one of the ten children in the ballet.

That's not him below, but a facsimile look-a-like from the Show's program.

Sorry, no pictures.

 I had to out-source the housework today, because the Bolshoi knock themselves out

for over three hours on stage and frankly, I am exhausted.

Saw fit to eat cake for an hour or so with my niece.

After a pantry and linen cupboard makeover.

And a bit of vacum work.

Enjoy your Sunday.

Look after your teeth.