Weird Plays and Sunny Days

This week has been very up and down – work on Monday and Tuesday was absolutely dreadful as I was manning the office on my own and minuting my colleagues meeting etc (3.5 hours in a meeting is enough to drive me mad I’m afraid).

By Wednesday though I had something to look forward to as Peter and I went to see a production at The Point in Eastleigh on Wednesday night. It was the first time we had visited The Point since moving here which is quite shameful really but, then again, they don’t seem to get much on that draws our attention.

Anyway, the ‘production’ was easily the weirdest live performance I have ever seen. We walked into the theatre and rather than the usual seating of sloping seats looking at a stage – the audience sat either side of thick mat of red lino. The performance then started immediately in front of us (we were in the front row) and consisted of a bloke banging a drum and doing a countdown of people who had died saving others (as commemorated on plaques in Postman’s park in London). We were sat so close to the actors that, at times, we were almost trodden on or bashed by the actor with the drum.

I had expected a sort of in depth story about each character and their heroic dead but most were along the lines of “James died pushing a friend out the way of a train” – “this is James being hit by the train” – queue actor acting surprised and falling over. It was most bizarre and in places quite funny in a sick sort of way. The audience was made up of about 10 members of the public and 48 drama students who were taking notes throughout. We both left feeling we were not really sure if we could say we’d actually ‘enjoyed’ it – it was more of “well, that was difference – what an experience”.

On Thursday I mowed the grass as it's finally dried out due to the lovely sun we have been having(I keep thinking maybe it will be the last time before winter but I doubt it will be) and trimmed a section of hedge with very blunt shears. My parents helped with the hedge the last time it needed cutting as dad has a wonderful electric hedge trimmer but, as a result, I don’t want it to get totally overgrown again as my parents will no doubt think, when they next visit, “hmmm, bit pointless us helping them with their hedge – look at it now” . It’s amazing how much guilt parents can exert even when one is grown up!!!

Well, it’s now Friday – hooray! Late afternoon I cleared one of our veg plots of pea and bean plants and done a fair bit of weeding. I collected quite a few fir cones from underneath our fir tree. The cones have started to open up now and look quite attractive in the house displayed in a bowl. Just before Peter got home I dipped into my latest reading material 'Ghost' by Robert Harris. When I bought it I stupidly thought it would be supernatural but it's actually about a ghost writer - duh!

This evening we have caught up with the latest episode of Tess - how much angst can one girl have in her life?

This weekend it is supposed to be sunny for most of tomorrow with rain sweeping in during the afternoon and then pretty much the whole of Sunday - so any outdoorsy stuff will have to be tomorrow - ho hum.