The 20th & 21st; Everything hurts.
The 20th of July. Second trip to London this week! So much wheelchair - my bum is not going to thank me. Left much earlier today, as the train was at half ten, so we could have lunch in Covent Garden before the show. We went to Timberyard because it's my favourite, despite them not doing crodoughs anymore. I had a ham and cheese croissant, a chocolate chip brownie pie and a flat white, after which I was very full and had to undo the top button of my jeans.
We had to pick up the tickets from the Donmar at two, then we waited for Christine to arrive inside the foyer. The rest of the audience seemed to be elderly people, but then again, what can one expect for a Thursday matinee? Anyway, once she appeared, we went to find our seats and settled in for Committee (or The Public Administration and Constitutional Affairs Committee takes oral evidence on Whitehall's relationship with Kids Company). We went because Naomi was involved in the development, and we were intrigued to see how it had turned out. It was a musical developed from the transcripts of the session in which Camila Batmanghelidjh and Alan Yentob were interviewed, plus testimonies submitted for evidence. Considering the material, it is interesting and entertaining. The set is very smart, and the performances of the singers are really remarkable. I'm not sure I entirely grasped the point, but I enjoyed it.
After the show, we went for a drink, then dinner at Hawksmoor. I didn't really have much room in my belly, so I decided to go for some lemon chicken with Béarnaise sauce and buttered greens, while Mommy and Christine had steak/a burger, then panna cotta. I just wanted a lie down.
We paid the bill, then we had about an hour before we had to be at Euston, so we decided to walk/drive back. The weather was nice, so why not?
The 21st of July.
Everything hurts. My butt hurts, my legs hurt, my back hurts, my neck hurts. Sitting in the wheelchair for two out of three days is very bad for my body.
I gave myself a lie-in this morning because I was awake until two, burping. I don't know why - another mystery of my fucked digestive system. So there wasn't a huge amount of morning left after breakfast and coffee, and I spent what remained watching BBC Newsroom and writing about yesterday. Tomorrow I will write two very long blog posts.
After lunch, I started crocheting the minion I am making for Herbie, while I watched Orphan Black. Three episodes done and most of his yellow body. I have much crocheting to do, so I will have to have some industrious days.
