Apologies for absence. Though not for absence of sense. I try to steer clear of making too much sense. I lose my mystique if people start making sense of my ramblings.

I have been a little busy with the play this week and now that the first night is over and done with and under the belt I can relax a teeny. I’m not entirely sure whose belt it is btw since I don’t wear a belt. I always believed that was what spare tyres are for, holding up one’s trousers.

Last night was our first night – as I said – and we didn’t expect a huge turnout as we are just doing a studio production, in a church hall. Intimate and cosy venue for a select and discerning audience. They were few but they were, as far as we could tell, enjoying the evening. A friend who came said she did and I will take her at her word! Another friend - so-called but not sure why sometimes – might possibly have gone along last night had he known of her presence in the audience. Even though in the ten years I have known him he would never come to watch a play I’m in because he can’t a) watch amateur productions, b) find time in his busy life, c) sit still for more than five minutes, and d) be bothered. Ach, it doesn’t bother me really, my son is the same! Fortunately I do a have some mature, cultured friends as well.

I really want to spend some time in the garden today but there is so much standing water around I’m not sure. I could walk across the lawn and sink to my knees. The pond is full of copulating frogs at the moment and the noise is such a happy sound, and there are primroses and daffodils and hellebores………….

Dash it all, a cup of coffee and I’m out there………I’ll just get into thigh high waders first.