Marianne Dreams

We went to see this play - an adaptation of the novel for children by Catherine Storr - at the Almeida Theatre in London on Saturday.

I found I was crying with the sheer loveliness of it. A truly wonderful piece of theatre, magical and charming.

A tale of serendipity/spooooky coincidence now follows:

The reason I bought tickets for this event was because I'd finally discovered the name of the TV show based on this book, which I'd been searching for since the internet was invented. I'd been pleasantly terrified by this programme as a child but could remember nothing about it except that there was a boy ill in bed, a girl who visits him, a magic sketch book which could summon up for real whatever was drawn in it, and some horrible big monoliths outside with eyes on them. Last November I finally tracked down the name of the programme - it was "Escape into Night" and it was based on a novel by Catherine Storr.

Quite by chance I read in my free copy of the Waitrose magazine that the book was being dramatised. I borrowed the book from the library and found it gripping and fascinating, and of course I ordered tickets for the show.

A day in Oxford

Well Kodakina and I thoroughly enjoyed our trip to the theatre on Saturday to see Chicago. Everyone in the cast was so clever and talented. I am glad we went, though it was on the offchance that they had tickets left. I refused to pay the £2.75 per ticket booking charge that Ticketmaster wanted to book on line. Ridiculous.

We also went to the Museum of Modern Art to see Callum Innes.
Normally I sneer at this sort of abstract art, but some of these paintings were lovely, I thought, and very calming. And they would make great WEAVINGS.