Well. That person, whether it was a he or she, turned up tonight. So maybe I won't have to step into the breach just yet.

The books down day is looming so it was a bit rambly and sprawling tonight. With flashes of really excellent stuff. I'm worried I'm victimising Jacques / Creon and not saying enough to Hilary / Ismene. And irritating Ross. And patronising Jo.

On the plus side, Ismene's dress fitted and looks great. She so does not need a bolero.

The boys, with their moth eaten Home Street-scented braided jackets were not so lucky. Creon could barely fit into his so shovelling Haemon into one seemed pointless. I face the prospect of commanders in jeans and T-shirts at the moment. We must hope that the other theatre groups of Edinburgh's wardrobes have a more fruitful yield.