Of course

The question is, absent angst, will I have anything to post about. It might seem not, since I have not done so since last Wednesday, but, to be fair to me (and I always think one should be), I have had a stinky cold, and have been generally a wee bit busy.

We saw Waiting for Godot on Friday at the Haymarket. What a wonderful production. I saw it years ago, and thought it a bit wanky, and didn't really understand it. I think that production might have had Ade Edmonson and Rik Mayall in it, so it ought to have been OK, but was not nearly as good as Patrick Stewart and Ian McKellen. But why do theatre seats have to be quite so uncomfortable? We were extremely close to each other (which was OK for me as I was in the middle), but there was very little wriggle room at all, which is a big problem if you are a fidget, like me. Tonight is Harry Potter. The Barbican has much nicer seating, although lamentably not as good as it would be if I were not as short as I am (if that makes sense).

I have been carrying on reading. I was compelled to buy the last two books in the Twilight series on Friday (not compelled by anyone, no blame attaches to this purchase at all). And I have read the third, but not yet the fourth. It would be dangerous, I feel to bring it to work, as I would never do any work at all. I am reading the maths book again, to distract me from Twilight.

Oh, there will be more of this later, but there are three emails, and I have to do some work today...  ¶ 11:39 AM