A few days ago, I attended a dress rehearsal of “Swan Lake” where what could go wrong, did go wrong. The ballerina landed on her bum and the corps de ballet flapped around like a gaggle of demented geese. So were the dancers booed out of town? Not a bit of it! Every brave wobble was gently applauded as if to say: “Don’t worry, we know you’ll be alright on the night”.
It was an evening full of love.