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This month the Baxter Theatre offered Jorja's school tickets to the Crown of the Russian Ballet as part of their Tchaikovsky composer studies. We were very excited to take Jorja to her first ballet ...but behind our backs we were tossing a coin to determine who would have to lug her up the stairs and out to the car if she fell asleep before the final Act! 

Turns out, you can't fall asleep when you're sitting dead centre in the front row...

I know that P-J already insta'd the pointe shoe resin out of this date night (proud Dad!) but it was such a special treat for us that I just had to say it again.


" 
PJ just asked what he should wear that night - 

My reply, "It's the ballet. It's a date with your daughter. Dress like you'd want the guy taking her out on a date to dress." 
Too soon?

His reply, "Ironing my shirt...


And then this, for those who based or otherwise out of South Africa, is what happens every 2 - 3 nights. Load shedding. Cooking by cellphone battery light. Dinner by candlelight. Bed time stories by memory and dressing in the dark! 
It's not all doom and gloom, these load shedding sessions. Once we've gotten through the panic of arriving home to darkness without a candle in reach or resigned ourselves to the fact that all batteries for entertainment devices are dead...we enjoy things like tea from a flask, the quiet...and even sometimes, bed time from 7.30pm!

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