Third last rehearsal yesterday. They're all getting a bit tetchy. Obviously at last realising that they shall shortly be performing.

The first run through deteriorated as usual midway through the script. The second run through was better.

But surreally those that have traditionally known their lines perfectly are now forgetting and stumbling over the easiest lines whereas others were practically perfect.

Poor Siobs was practically too hungover to speak after a wild night that started with a dinner party and ended with drink drink and more drink.

And we finished up with various people darting up to me and muttering secret concerns that they durst not / chose not to share with the assembled company.

Final panic before the show begins.