Nocturnal Greetings

I greet you, dear reader, at ten to one in the morning.

It's not that I can't sleep, I wish I was in bed this very minute, but I'm about to take a trip. To Heathrow.

Now, if this was half as good a blog as I wish it was, I would then be boarding a plane to climb to the top of Machu Pichu or whatever it's called. Instead I am going to Heathrow to pick up my dad and step-mum as they return from Cyprus where they have been enjoying temperatures between 22 and 32 degrees over the last three weeks. I think they may find the UK a little chilly at the moment!

Their plane was due 8:45 this last evening but has been getting steadily later until it's ETA is now 01:36. By the time they've trundled through customs/passport control/sheep dip, then dropped me back home, I'll not see my bed much before 3am. Better than them though as they are driving straight from here to Norfolk, so it'll be breakfast time when they reach home.

I always start my day with a reading of those blogs I cannot live without, but there'll be no need for you to rush to post tomorrow, I don't suppose I'll be reading much before mid-day.

Let the Show Begin

Well, thst's all the rehearsing done. 5 performances over the next 4 days. Methinks I'm going to be pretty knackered by Sunday.

Just a few things to do:

Try and learn the words to Act 2
Apply make-up in a way that doesn't make me look like Julian Clary
Kepp tights pulled up so I don't look like Nora Batty

Ah, the smell of the crowd, the roar of the greasepaint!

Remembrance

Come this day annually I tend to remember my maternal grandfather who was wounded on The Somme and lived till 1965 with a metal plate in his head following a shrapnel wound and breathing difficulties after a mustard gas attack.

A relative I tend to overlook is my Great Uncle Sam on my fathers side, who didn't make it.

Thanks to The Commonwealth War Graves Commission he, and many thousand others, are resting and remembered.

And for those who don't normally read Diamond Geezer, todays post is particularly fine.

Incredibly busy painting Gondoliers poles. No, I haven't moved to Venice, it's because next week I'm performing this and I've roped myself into providing props!