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Ooh what lovely gorgeous summery hot days we've been having this week. Just the kind of days where you want to be stuck in an office/portacabin. And just the kind of evenings where you want to be stuck in a slightly dark, damp theatre.

And not down the pub.

In the beer garden.

Knocking back a few cold ones.

I really didn't want to be at rehearsal tonight. We're doing Educating Rita at the moment. Been rehearsing for six months as opposed to the usual six weeks we get because its a two-hander (ie only two people in it) and its an extra play tagged on the end of the season. The three of us who've been rehearsing for six months are getting ever so bored of it now. I can practically quote it backwards and I'm only the assistant director! We're so sick of it now, with only two weeks until we go on, that tonight after getting through the first three scenes the director (who is playing the Michael Caine part) decided he really couldn't be arsed and that we should call it a night. So we (myself, the props mistress and my best mate playing Rita) spent the next half hour or so having a cuppa and being very giggly girlies making lewd jokes about how the director is a bit of a letch. We've nicknamed him Benny Hill in honour and envisaged him getting my b mate to chase him round the theatre wearing a maids outfit. And of course we kept singing the theme tune to each other for the rest of our time there and giggling like loons. As you do.

Best mate has since joined her hubby in the pub, texting me with "We're in the Miner's. You're not missing much."

Me - "You would have been better in the Bull... so to speak."

Her - "I know, its far more warm and inviting and has a much wider entrance."

There's not much I can say to that is there?