Getting there with my pre-Christmas to do list. It's gradually shortening I think.

I'm cast for my one act which is quite exciting. Nobody (else) has turned down the unrivalled opportunity.

I have plumped for a cast of eight which is probably a dumb thing to do when I could have had a nice easy threesome. I've justified it to myself by saying it'll be easier for the audience to stay interested. If it's not a hideous guddle of ill-remembered lines and stage directions, that is.

And now I'm carving up the play into eight segments, distributing lines liberally as the son distributed his talents.

When I've done that, I suspect I'll feel a bit more Christmassy.