Thursday 18th October

Having somehow managed last night to make food for myself, do a load of washing and pack a bag for two days, I was in the car at 6.30 this morning, heading back up to Wenlock for a really huge bacon and egg sarn and a third day of rehearsal. As it was, we largely ground to a halt around three this afternoon and went out hunting and scavenging for the remaining bits of costume instead.

My accommodation for the evening was the Broseley Guest House - a rather stately Early Victoian building in the village of Broselely, where I last stayed when we rehearsed the existing three shows in January. As then, the Broseley Guest House was warm, full of cushions and immediately made me want to have a nice big snooze, possibly for several days. Instead I sat in the dining room with my laptop and finished a class log from last week's RADA class before repairing to the pub next door to find that I was too late to get any food. This was a good thing though, as I have no money to pay for having food in a pub, and the mere fact of being in a pub involves all the senses to turn towards the acquisition and drinking of beer. Which also requires money. Which I don't have. Through a mighty effort of will, I managed to escape from the pub after only one pint and be in bed by ten, considering sleep to be of more immediate importance this evening than eating. Quite often I have to make the choice between the two, and most often, sleep wins.