Well everyone turned up that was meant to today. Everyone limped through their words without (visible) recourse to the script. Gillian prompted with grace and gestures to illuminate more elusive words. I was encouraged to see that it isn't only me that tries to do that.

The acting was variable. Some great successes. Some raggedy bits. I managed to laugh again in The Final Scene of Death. Really, I should be put out to pasture. It's no wonder they can't then concentrate.

And as Jacques said, in a particularly tormented moment, 4 weeks tomorrow.