Hannah took me to the ballet, last night. We saw the Moscow Ballet perform Tchaikovsky's Nutcracker.
It's definitely not the sort of present I was expecting or would ever did of my own volition. So I was surprised at how much I enjoyed it. The dancers were amazingly good.
Would I go again? Yes. And that surprises me too.
Thank You, Hannah.
Just watching NK's anti-imperialism celebrations. Maybe we should get them to manage the 2012 Olympics opening and closing ceremonies. Way more impressive than anything we'll manage.
Tonight is our first parent's evening at Beth's school.
It's nearly half-term, and tonight we'll get the first outsider's view on Beth and learn how she is coping in the big wide world.
It's a scary thought. As a parent I hope that I have given her the love and confidence to cope.
I am not a vain person; no really.
But as another year passes, and the Big 40 is edging ever nearer, you find yourself seeing changes in the mirror...and today's horror...the beginnings of the dreaded Dennis Healy eyebrows.
They aren't exactly bushy, but there are a few creepers edging out.