Considering that I absolutely love musicals, especially the old ones, it's been something of a disappointment to me that my husband has no time for them. He just can't understand that people can stand on a stage and sing to each other when they should be talking. And the dance routines leave him cold. Likewise he cannot understand the attraction of ballet (no talking at all!) and I don't need to mention his stance on opera, especially not since I slept through most of the last one. However, it was my birthday this month and there is a production of Oklahoma at our city theatre - with a cast of 70 and a full orchestra. Bliss could be mine, if only... I know he would have gritted his teeth and agreed to go for my sake - but I left it too late to get tickets. Well, usually there is nothing on in the winter month of my birthday here (I've given up looking, all the shows usually seem to be taking break). Also, we went out to a pizza restaurant of my choice last night and predictably, he chose the worst thing on the menu and refused to either eat it or pay for it (very dry chicken schnitzel). He ended up sharing my son's pizza and looking martyred. So that's it for this year: on the plus side though, I control our family budget which usually means I decide there is no need for me to have new clothes unless they actually fall apart. The last time we happened to shop together though, I found two shirts I liked and hubby insisted I get another 4, pointing out (justly) that all my clothes are very long in the tooth. So don't get the wrong impression: he's a lovely man in many ways.