Books down this week. Ulp.

Tuesday was another bubble bursting when my universal love was sullied with irritation. Lateness, sickness, holidays, unexplained absence and lines inadequately learnt.

But last night was sullied only with the absence of five of the fourteen people who were called. The two remaining mechanicals covered marvellously for the missing four (pic is Snug being Thisbe). And they mostly knew their lines. 

They (these ones at least) are redeemed. For the time being.