1 Yes, they're back, the clouds. We're under the blanket again. Still, it was great whilst it lasted. The forecast for the week is 'unsettled': windy maybe, rainy maybe. As ever, we'll see.
2 The one programmed job today is the visit to the solicitor with Gretel Wright. The will - probate and execution. Whilst the substance of the will be be easy to execute, as Brian has left everything to Gretel, there is the matter of the humane killing of the two cats, named in the will, and the burial of their remains in the garden. I wonder what the solicitor will say.
3 And there's bridge this evening at EG. Zenon says little; he and I will just play the cards.
4 Ah yes, the emphasis, the identification of the material. I wonder when a boy (or a girl) can be expected to write '.... because she comforts me when I am distressed, .... because I feel at home with her, ... ? When does a young person write about the emotional, the abstract?
5 Yesterday, being Mother's Day (or Mothers' Day), the players had no rehearsal. From now to the performance, there will be two more Sunday ones and, during Holy Week, a further two. Four more in all. By the time of the performance, we should be ready. (No mention yet of a celebration after the performance.)
6 Enjoy the remaining days (or hours). I wonder to what extent the young boy will notice your absence, will notice the substitition. I wonder when a person recognises one person rather than another, when a person recognises the absence and then the return of a person.
Stayathome
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