Today was no ballet, sure, people say "no picnic" but, I prefer "no ballet". After all why compare a day to a picnic? Picnics are, well, middling. Some outstanding (with champagne) Some poor, with floppy cheese sandwiches. Some, just sitting in a field with a damp ****. So, today was no ballet. I didn't shout "hooray" I didn't wear fancy lingerie I didn't eat at an avant-garde cafe I didn't write a masterpiece, an overture or paint a masterful stroke. So, all in all, today was passé, definitely no ballet.