Chatting to old Chuffer last night he told me with a tear glistening in the corner of his eye that he had still not heard from Marylin. The tear though could have been due to the fact he had pranged his car on Saturday night and his no-claims bonus was disappearing over the hill waving good bye to him.
Thought his foot was on the brake but it was on the accelerator-bit of a cliché but there you are.
We are in a state of limbo with the drama group with cast members toiling away with rehearsals for our next productions. The chosen plays you will remember are The Memory of Water by Shelagh Stevenson and our festival play Kill Jill by Mark Wheeler.
However the rest of us are looking forward to the summer when all sorts of events are being organised as part of our 60th anniversary celebrations. One of these happenings is a quiz on June 20th, full details in due course but feel free to put it in your diary.
Time soon to pick the Drama Splinter Group’s location for our weekend away. Several locations have been tossed into the hat including one of my favourite cities, York. I have very fond memories of York and could happily live there if it wasn’t so far to travel to rehearsals. I bet old Chuffer will want to head for the south coast again in the hope of bumping into Marylin. I reckon Chuffer’s bumped into enough this week, as his insurance premium will testify.
As the programmes fall through my letterbox from theatres throughout the south, Windsor, Bath, Cheltenham etc. (I have to travel to these destinations to see productions as the Oxford Playhouse seldom has anything to my taste), the year looks good on the theatre-visiting front. I will have to get a few dates into my diary if I can find time between the pub quizzes, which I seem to be involved in with incredible regularity.
Now I am passing this on to you because it definitely worked for me and we all could use more calm in our lives.
By following the simple advice I heard on a Medical TV show, I have finally found inner peace.
A Doctor proclaimed the way to achieve inner peace is to finish all the things you have started.
So I looked around my house to see things I'd started and hadn't finished and before leaving the house this morning, I finished off a bottle of Merlot, a bottle of shhhardonay, a bodle of Baileys, a butle of vocka, a pockage of Prunglies, tha mainder of bot Prozic and Valum scriptins, the res of the Chesescke an a box a chocolets. Yu haf no idr who blurry gud I fel. Peas sen dis orn to dem yu fee AR in ned ov inr pece. Hic.
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