As the end of March creeps towards us I’m looking at almost two months of theatre since my last update. And one of those was just for pleasure: a trip to London to see Inside Number 9: Stage Fright. So great to see those two on stage again: they are brilliant. And there always at least one twist that you just don’t see coming – I don’t care what anyone says, there is no way to anticipate some of the things they come up with. A great night out. Thanks to my mum for the Christmas present.
Among the many theatre critic visits are: Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, Peter James’ Picture You Dead, a play about menopause called Mid Life, and a totally sublime Macbeth from the unique This is my Theatre which was at my top spot for March for a couple of days until The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe completely blew me away. It was magical, phenomenal and breath-taking. I would have gone again every night that week if I could have. This was one of those moments where hubby Andy was very happy that I brought him along – he does not enjoy everything I take him to!
I’ve also been completely flattened by the illness. Not anything huge and serious but just enough to stop me in my tracks and stop me from doing all the things I want – and need – to do. It’s hugely frustrating and annoying. A bit like trying to climb a really long hill on a really rubbish old bicycle which doesn’t seem that steep, but after you’ve been doing it a few days, it makes you feel like crap and gasp for air. I still don’t have my voice back properly although I’ve gone from Barry White to Demi Moore (via a stereotype adolescent boy with his voice breaking) – all of which are an improvement – I think..? Blasted chest infection. I know it’s a chest infection and not just a cough, because of the rattle and crackle when I breathe in. I feel so exhausted all the time because of not getting to breathe deep enough. Hurry up and go already! I have a full week of stuff I need to do!!!