Sunday 28th October
It doesn't even end bloody there! Not even with the completion of my week of Turtle-minding do things quieten down, because this morning with my now familiar quotient of around five hours' sleep behind me, I'm in the car heading up the M40 towards Wenlock. At least today I'm back in Oona the (wounded) Laguna, who seems to be running none the worse for the violence inflicted on her on Monday.
The purpose of today is to do at least two full dress and tech runs of Jumble Bag, which will have its first performance on Tuesday. Surprisingly, it seems to go like clockwork, but then we know all too well how this maight come tumbling down around our ankles with the addition of the random element - twenty to thirty children, all playing a speaking role.
Flushed with success, Sian and I feel the need to run at least once through another play - Strife Between Brothers - as this is the show we'll be doing tomorrow and it's now several months since we did it last. Also, it's a sod. Of all the shows in the rep, this is the one we enjoy least, partly because it's a complicated script for us (and for the childs) and partly because of the way the supporting cast is structured - a few very large speaking parts and a large chorus whose involvement is not less than is ideal. With a group of twenty it's not so bad, but with a group of thirty, as we'll have tomorrow, it becomes a difficult workshop and much less enjoyable. As it happens, our run is disastrous and we stagger to the end of the play scrabbling to remember lines and quite frankly far too tired to be really worried about it.
Since I'll be back in Wenlock at the end of the week, I leave Oona there and we get in the van to head down to Sandhurst. Thankfully, for once I don't have to drive.
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