Overdressed

With no pizza van before our performance, it fell to me to burn some poor, shop-bought alternatives! Then we had to race up the steep, creepy hill to the theatre’s living venue. With my wife lagging leisurely behind, I reached the top field, eager for a theatrical delight. Some horses whinnied as I passed. Why the long faces? But being an optimist, I didn’t listen to those neighsayers. The show would be good! Even if my pizzas hadn’t been!

We were prepared.... overprepared! Blanket, torches, umbrellas, mackintoshes... and dressed for the Antarctic. No rain, but drenched from the inside...