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Dear me, so much to do. I spent much of the first two days of the week producing the programme for our imminent play, then stayed until almost midnight at last night's rehearsal so that the director and producer could check and proofread it. It went to the printer today. There's always a lot of Photoshopping involved in producing a programme, what with cast photos, cover, and in this case, re-doing an ad that had been sent to me in 72dpi. I quite enjoy it, but it is invariably frustrating.

Rehearsals now involve lighting and sound elements, and on Saturday morning we have to set up the tiered seating and extra stage rostra. Tech on Sunday, which is bound to be fun. Interspersed with this is Boy coming home for the weekend, as he has a doctor visit on Monday morning. But we're being cruel parents and forcing him to do the trip by train instead of getting a lift back to Norwich. We were in Norwich last Thursday in any case to catch up with Boy's therapist and to lodge our Wills with the Probate Office. Strictly speaking it's possible to do this by post, but in practice, we could never get them to answer the phone, and they have to send you a Special Envelope to post your Will in, so... And now I am a Real Grown-Up Person.

I have, lemme see... the newsletter to compile next week, and it'll be a mammoth one. A couple of new songs to learn, one of which is for a concert on 15th December. A couple more meetings (I've just got back from one). Exercise, interspersed with all that—today's Pilates was quite demanding, and I anticipate incapacitated thighs tomorrow. Cards to get sorted, and a jacket to finish for Bun. And there's Christmas! Must order piglet and presents and stuff. Oh, and an MTYG story to write. Ahaha. Well, at least I have an idea. I expect letting it percolate will be for the best—just as well, really. Roll on January.