Thursday saw me dash early into Manchester for theatre tickets and a lipstick in the most perfect shade of pink. Lunch was a hot chocolate and small piece of banana cake.
In the evening I headed for the centre of the city again and the glorious Royal Exchange Building, where in the thetre in the round is housed. The play was "Punk Rock", which has little to do with music but actually needs an edgy title to go with some of its content. It was a delight. The dialogue was sparkling, the characterisations interesting overall and the acting superb. It was mostly gripping.
It's been years since I've been to the theatre. I don't know why i've stayed away so long. The audience buzzes like a hive before performance. Why do we avoid what is good for us?
Yesterday I ate baked figs. They were baked in orange juice and honey and were sprinkled with almonds. Such a delight- so sensual.
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