Sometimes odd things happen in the day-to-day life of a ballet company, and some of it you just couldn't make up... Read on for Aled's tale from the dark side; not for the faint of heart...
“Could I speak to Robert Cordingley, please,” asked the cut, educated voice.
“Can I ask who’s … who’s calling, please?” the mechanism of my Receptionist’s response jarred slightly. We don’t get many calls for the Caretaker’s office.
“It’s Sarah,” she said, “from the British Museum,” then, to clarify, “regarding the disposal of human remains.”