Another lovely day.

What a lovely day I have had (depending on what you call lovely)
Woke to rain so decided not to do anything, but by 0900 the rain had given way to clear and dry so I thought I would go into Banbury and see what Maplin’s had in the way of indoor TV aerials, as my order to Daily Mirror offers had not materialized.
By the time I got to Maplins by way of the lower road (to avoid all traffic lights) the rain had abated so I went into the shop and by the time I had disclosed where I lived and he told me of the poor reception, which I knew anyway, I finally bought his recommended aerial, but he could make no promises. Nor could he guarantee its use as a way of getting DAB radio, which I have never managed in all the years I have had a Roberts DAB radio. Also went into the Pound shop to stock up with tinned food and pepsis etc. (and some chockies) The girl on the counter was very helpful, I must be looking old.
My next visit was to the massive 24 hour Tesco next door as I wanted a hot chocolate and I was also looking for a bathroom heater. No luck with the heater, but I managed to get my hot chocolate; and as is my normal custom in supermarkets I had to look round the ground floor as I needed some onions, olive oil and some green veggies. As it was school holidays the shop was full but I managed to get what I wanted,plus some bananas, and some lo-salt. I also dropped in to the motor fuel and filled up with diesel. Next step was to visit the new Toby Jug Pub/restaurant, which was on the way home and for a fiver you get a wonderful carvery of beef, or gammon or turkey, or all three if you wanted. I stood behind a man in the queue and my head almost reached his shoulder. He was HUGE. The veggies were lovely and the roast tatties were just marvelous. I also treated myself to a pint of IPA and the girl waitress was very kind and found me a table for one. I took my time over the huge meal and when I went to collect the car from the disabled car park, who should turn up but my queue Giant, who said, we stood together in the queue, did you have a good meal. I said what do you do up there, pointing to his head. He laughed and said that's my business. I said how tall are you 6' 8" he said dead right. He was from Leamington Spa. He made sure I knew it was ROYAL Leamington Spa. He wished me good day and I wended my way home, by about 2pm. Funny init he was SO tall and big with it that he must have seen everything even little ole me, down there. I felt SO small.
Having unloaded my purchases, I was just in time to watch the ballet Cinderella, with music by Prokofiev and choreography by that Russian, Ivor Gette.
It was a fantastic programme , renamed Cinderella goes to Hollywood, and we went to the Grand Ball, where we saw the Russian Dance, The Spanish dance and the beautiful Chinese dance. She danced with the Prince but she went to Hollywood, fell for the leading man, tried the shoe on and it fitted. The 50% male dancers and corps de ballet were wonderful. The supporting cast of step mother (and father) plus the two sisters, danced beautifully and with much humour and it all ended happily ever after with Cinderella and her Prince signing their film contracts and everyone was happy ever after. I was in tears. Prokofiev was very very good, The music was wonderful...
Next was La Traviata by Jo Green, and I had a front seat to watch a beautififul Opera, with Angela Georghio in the lead and a tenor who was not as beautiful as my Rolando and certainly could not sing as well. It all starts off in the party of Violetta, when she suggests that they all drink champagne and sing the brindisi song. The tenor Alfredo falls in love with her but she spurns him and collapses in pain with what we later learn was T.B, but she passes it off and decides to enjoy whatever life she has got left, by partying and having lovers. Alfredo gets all love stricken and his father pleads with him not to let his family down, and I think he, too falls for Violetta, but V decides to follow his plea to give up Alfredo, who she has now fallen in love with.
The story goes from will she, won’t she, to her collapsing on the bed. Dr comes and says she will get better when Alfredo returns from Provence, but she doesn’t and the opera grinds to her falling, dead into Alfredo’s arms. Music is lovely, singing wonderful, especially by V.
Lauren Maatzell conducts the super orchestra and the curtain comes down