Are we awake then?
Good, because we've been a tad run off our feet lately so the pics are gonna appear snappy-like.
Luckily these were all taken away from home, as the house is a tip.
The Phoenix has been on his feet and we've been racing from one end of the city to the other during the past week, merging chores and playtime.
BTW, The Phoenix is now happy to be known by his name: Anto and our favorite wee lassie, The Stylist, would love you to call her by her given name, Bella.
That's sorted then innit?

Then I needed a sit down.







It was delicious. And of course, tragic.
The lassie has been so enjoying developing her photography skills, that snapping blog pics of Mama is now incredibly passe and dull.
So I have to trick her into taking them, or more often than not, take lame iPhone pics on the run.








The artistic director of the ballet, Li Cunxin, was standing right next to our table.
He's regarded as the god of ballet by many and is the subject of the book and film, Mao's Last Dancer.
He signed Bella's program and we were right chuffed.





I've managed to halve the number of clothes and shoes I own in the past six months, so I think I deserve one treat.

Such glorious, huge pieces!
