Wow

 Wow wow wow wow wow. If you love theatre, don't ever miss out on your local AmDram productions. I'm lucky enough to go regularly to one in Yeovil (The Swan) - a tennis friend organises it for a small group of us. The productions are incredibly varied and it's rare that I'm not completely blown away by the talent on stage. Tonight, I was left speechless, with awe and emotion. The whole evening was a monologue by a young woman playing a sixteen year old with a terminal illness (Glee and Me). The actress was astounding. She didn't need a single prompt, which, to me, is some kind of witchcraft. How does anyone do that? You wouldn't have seen better on TV or at the cinema.

Go carefully out there. This evening, on my way to the car to go to the theatre, I went straight down on black ice on the path. I landed heavily on my right knee and right hand, and underneath my right hand was my phone. It smacked straight down on the pavement, my weight right on top of it. 'Well, that's a goner,' I thought. Imagine my amazement when I picked it up and it still seemed to work. Hopefully the same can still be said for my knee tomorrow. It's lost a layer of skin but fingers crossed that's all!

Dog-sitting for Nikki today, I managed to get the rewrite done about the Dog Show. I must show it to certain people in the cul de sac as a mention in it may make them laugh...

Failure on the ironing-board front. I didn't get around to researching its history, so that's one for tomorrow. It probably means I won't get to writing it until Friday. Hey ho. Tomorrow will be a bit fractured as my car is going in for MOT. We're also picking Ant up from Taunton, although I'm hoping Jon will do that in his car so I can do some work. Capazzoli is working his way through our cars. Tasha's today (fail). Mine tomorrow (hopefully pass) and the Picasso in Feb. We should get a family discount ha.

The infamous weird spots have flared up again on my upper left arm. These weird spots/lesions started on my left thigh during the last heatwave in August after I swam in the sea with a load of mackerel (yes, I know!). They were pretty dire and lasted for months. I had, and still have, to moisturise twice a day and use steroid cream. The spots spread to the whole of both legs, but worse on my thighs than lower legs. Eventually, before Christmas, my legs cleared and they appeared on my upper arm. All very odd. I'm having a biopsy soon, apparently, but they couldn't tell me when. Dr said it would be quite a few weeks before I could be given an appointment. Gutate psoriasis is a working diagnosis, I was told. It doesn't itch and it doesn't hurt either. Very odd.

I'll send the rewrite off tomorrow. After not having written anything for a few months, before the steroid injection kicked in, Alan my editor at PF must be wondering what on earth is happening! 

Have a great Thursday.