Turn back the clock
Sleep broken by coughing again. However a pleasant day. A nice leisurely breakfast followed by a trip to Stratford. Sue, Lorraine and I ambled along the river and then took a chain pulled ferry across the narrow river to meet John and have a drink in The Black Swan, or The Dirty Duck as it was renamed by US GIs who camped nearby by the River Avon during the war. The pub is in a 15th Century building and with the Royal Shakespeare Company down the road, it is a mecca for luvvies having post show boozes. Had a nice chat with John there, who told me about their recent trip down the Nile and about his current researches into autism on the Internet.
In the evening we four went to Purshaw, a nearby town, and saw a theatre show, a collection of monologues and songs by Joyce Grenfell called Turn Back the Clock, with Cheryl Knight as Grenfell. Very much a nostalgia fest, but no bad thing for that, and the theatre was crammed with silver-haired devotees, many of whom seemed already familiar with the production.
The strength of Grenfell's monologues was very clear though, and I really enjoyed hearing them. A surpisingly good night.
Then back to Sue and John's for dessert and match of the day. Chelsea won, and even John's beloved Arsenal won. So all smiles at the end of the day.
Sleep broken by coughing again. However a pleasant day. A nice leisurely breakfast followed by a trip to Stratford. Sue, Lorraine and I ambled along the river and then took a chain pulled ferry across the narrow river to meet John and have a drink in The Black Swan, or The Dirty Duck as it was renamed by US GIs who camped nearby by the River Avon during the war. The pub is in a 15th Century building and with the Royal Shakespeare Company down the road, it is a mecca for luvvies having post show boozes. Had a nice chat with John there, who told me about their recent trip down the Nile and about his current researches into autism on the Internet.
In the evening we four went to Purshaw, a nearby town, and saw a theatre show, a collection of monologues and songs by Joyce Grenfell called Turn Back the Clock, with Cheryl Knight as Grenfell. Very much a nostalgia fest, but no bad thing for that, and the theatre was crammed with silver-haired devotees, many of whom seemed already familiar with the production.
The strength of Grenfell's monologues was very clear though, and I really enjoyed hearing them. A surpisingly good night.
Then back to Sue and John's for dessert and match of the day. Chelsea won, and even John's beloved Arsenal won. So all smiles at the end of the day.
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