Lovely day. Pericles with pushdragon, including Marcus Graham with lots of chest showing, brilliant Japanese drumming and post-play chocolate, then lovely dinner with friends including crazed parrot. I had forgotten that Pericles contains pirates, the stupidest plot contrivances ever and the great clodhopping boots of the Exposition Fairy doing her version of Country Dancing, but you know, add some good drumming, great company and hot men, and I am prepared to forgive anything.
Minor dramas in between the play and dinner, including Mr Brammers taking to his bed with flu and having to find my way in Suburbia which would have been easier had the taxi not dropped me off a kilometre before the *actual* corner I wanted and had Suburbia believed that people should be able to walk in it, but the cake and I made it in reasonable time and condition.
And the walk was spent in pleasant cogitations on the fineness of Marcus Graham, to whit:

Minor dramas in between the play and dinner, including Mr Brammers taking to his bed with flu and having to find my way in Suburbia which would have been easier had the taxi not dropped me off a kilometre before the *actual* corner I wanted and had Suburbia believed that people should be able to walk in it, but the cake and I made it in reasonable time and condition.
And the walk was spent in pleasant cogitations on the fineness of Marcus Graham, to whit:
