See it. Hull New Theatre next week, Wolverhampton the week after. We went to the first night here yesterday, and were very impressed. We'd heard mixed reports of Will Young as Emcee, but once he'd read and recruited the audience pantomime-style, he did very well indeed. It's a very dynamic show, though with a lot of quiet scenes dripping with pathos. I think I enjoyed the dance routines most: they could have done with a touch more ensemble, but the gymnastics were nonetheless impressive. We especially liked Lyn Paul's Fräulein Schneider: she can't half act! I last saw her in Blood Brothers decades ago, and in the meantime her voice has gained in timbre and maturity - chapeau! If you do go, prepare for a really chilling ending.
Leaves are falling like mad, but at least we no longer have a trillion ash leaves to rake from the grass. With the deluges of the last week or so, I can't get to the iris sibirica, which need cutting back. The roses are looking a bit sad now - rain and rose buds are uncomfortable bedfellows.
Off south tomorrow, but only because the tickets are irrevocably paid for. The plan had been to inspect finished work and pay the bill. Hoping to instruct the builder on Friday, not least as to timescales. And final inspection and payment will be to our timetable.
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