Charles had procured two tickets for Rusalka (I keep wanting to say Rula Lenska) at Glyndebourne and given I've never been there and also it was an afternoon out, I said 'Yes!' very enthusiastically. The building is amazing and the gardens lovely - I saw my first ever hummingbird hawkmoth on the lavender - but the opera was rather lost on me. All about a mermaid who forfeits her power of speech to be able to become human and woo her prince. We stuck Part I and Part II but by then it was raining and we hadn't bagged the all important seats for the long interval, and I had bought our picnic from the Esso garage so only had a M&S carrier bag not a nice hamper. Charles voted that we'd seen enough to get a flavour and hadn't the prince died anyway in that last scene? so we came back to my house and watched The Deathly Hallows Part 1 that we'd just got on DVD.
Harry Potter possibly more our level than Antonín Dvořák....
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