The list of things I have done wrong is getting longer and longer.  It's really hopeless. We turned up at our costume / props / set store on Sunday morning to harvest necessary things for the show. Myself, Alan, costume lady Jennie who shouldn't yet know that I'm a total shambles. To discover that I had brought a several years old key that wouldn't turn in the lock to the open the door. Thank goodness for Dan not having gone on holiday and instead, being obligingly sat at home, being tested on his lines by The Captain, so he could race along and save us.

The flyers for this show are such a fiasco that I can't even talk about it any more. 

And in amongst all of this trying to get organised before I stupidly go on holiday in a week and a bit, chasing cast for biogs for the programme and blah, people - other people - not in the cast - want to buy show t-shirts which is so marvellous I want to dance. But the time to organise this is slim just now.

Anyway, a true cause for joy is rehearsals which continue to be a delight. The children are all wonderful. Bright as buttons and so farcically well organised and alert and interested. 

More meaningfully from a financial point of view, we have now sold tickets for each and every night of the show. And it's only 3 July. My little over-anxious, over-stretched heart swells.