The streets are awash with Brits in red sweatshirts, so you might mistakenly think the title of this post refers to the absolutely huge Lions vs All Blacks rugby test match which is scheduled for tomorrow night.
Tonight is the night of the opera. I'll get to find out whether I made a wise choice in booking two seats to Don Giovanni knowing full well that I would be almost nine months pregnant by the date of the show. I'll find out whether approximately three hours of sitting (albeit with short intervals between acts) proves to be too much for my squashed up lungs, my soreness-prone bottom and the slight possibility of an early labour.
Actually, I'm much more worried about the lungs and the bum than I am about the prospect of my waters breaking in the middle of a solo - probably because I already have a sore bum from the two-hour meeting this afternoon at work, and my lungs feel squashed up quite regularly.
Wish me luck.