Three rehearsals in and the Carrying Inane Things to and fro has begun.

Today, sitting downstairs on the bus in the luggage compartment, I have two assorted drinking glasses, a bottle (empty) of rough sherry, a can (empty) of Diet Coke, a copy of The Sun, an ashtray, a candle, three watches, a pair of glasses, a novel about a blonde girl with big eyes and not many clothes and half a loaf of bread. (To be fair, this last item is lunch-related rather than props related.) All safely housed in a Paddington-style suitcase. ("Appropriate for the time period?" quoth I. "I don't care," quoth my AD, "I want to use it." Just so.)

So equilibrium is restored to my strange land of part-time make-believe.