11 day and 19 hour call

After Sunday’s two back-to-back runs of The Bald Prima Donna, our esteemed director gave us the thirteen day and one hour call. Thanks for that. At least he’s having nightmares. It’s somehow comforting. The banging nails into actors part is less comforting.

I usually start having some show-related nightmares in the final week. Nothing doing yet. Currently the only nightmares are confined to the kitchen. As we hit the full weekend rehearsals period, things tend to get dangerous in there.

I’m giving myself the eleven day and nineteen hour call. This is the state of my kitchen.

Do pay special attention to Thursday's noodles mixed with dried cat food. This photo cannot reproduce the unique scent of three-day old fish skin and mango rind slinking out of the biotrash. One of the rarer perfumes known to man. There is also an unidentified suspended solution in the neighbouring bowl.

Argh! 'It always wears its milk solids the same way!'