Good people
Poor start to the day. Painful ankle and foot, left my wallet in the house, and even when Lorraine kindly drove me to the station I missed my train by seconds. When I at last arrived it was a typical agency Friday, i.e. ramping up to a frenzy to get everything done for the week. Ankle poor, and hobbling painfully. Constantly interrupted from one lot of urgent, if ill-defined, work by someone trying to sort out an even less well defined job. Heartily pleased to be heading off at the end of the day. And tonight I sauntered down to The Salisbury where I met my lovely Lorraine and Betty who had a day out shopping together. Felt strange and nice to meet them in this old haunt of my London days. Had a fast drink in there before repairing next door to the Coward Theatre where we saw a play called Good People, starring Imelda Staunton, who I like a lot. Enjoyed the experience, but felt quite critical of the play and how it was staged. The first half was very static, and made you notic...