Humiliating times last night. DG has cut much of my shivering, shaking and fitting in DL. (Which is Dangerous Liaisons.) But at one particularly dramatic moment, some reaction to suggest I am ailing is called for. So the consensus was that this should be represented with a faint.

So poor Matt. Last night, we tried various versions of me slumping into his arms. From a standing start. From the edge of a platform. Forwards and backwards. Worse still, he then has to pick me up and carry me across the stage and lay me down on a convenient chaise longue. He managed manfully but even masterful DG appeared to stagger when he tried to demonstrate so I fear the internal anguish which Matt suffered but strove not to show facially as he hauled me around the stage. I made Russell pick me up this morning to see how easy it would be and I thought his head was going to burst. So hats off to Matt for remaining apparently calm.

By the time we finished all the fainting, I was sweating like a slimy fish. An unappealing, heavy and slippery prospect.

On another matter altogether, I saw the Man At The Bus Stop both this morning at the bus stop and then again - shock - in the local shopping centre at lunchtime with - shock - a woman. I have never seen him with anyone before so my heart sang with joy for him. It didn't look like his mother. She looked of an age with him. Maybe a lover. Maybe a wife. Maybe a friend or dull long-suffered colleague. But nonetheless some company for him. We exchanged another of those startled out-of-context looks / half smiles. I wish I'd been quick witted enough to give him a thumbs up.