The show isn't over...

Dear reader,

You know the rest of this line. by-the-by, today was another feeble excuse for a bank holiday in Sweden...probably the birthday of the king's second cousin's next-door-neigbour's hairdresser I shouldn't wonder...so we all went to the grand old opery. Now I do like a bit of opery and this version of Aida was singing nicely too. However, I was slightly put-out to note that the lady who died was yay slim. How on earth such a big noise can get out of such a little person is quite beyond me. To look at her you wouldn't be thinking she'd be booing many geese. But then... she could fill the whole of the opery with a voice, the like of which sends tingly things up one's spine. Amazing. But....how is one supposed to know when the show is over?