First there was the seder meal on Saturday night at the in-laws. I always enjoy the ritual aspects (dipping your bitter herbs in your salt water for remembrance, your boiled egg for rebirth) and of course the non-symbolic food (Mrs S made a tagine). Prayers go on a bit long, though. Luckily Spike needed someone to play with, so I spent a fair bit of time messing around with him on the terrace, in the kitchen etc. Very good to see T, H and G, the siblings-in-law. And Dr S was on good form. There were fourteen of us all together.
Then last night, a lovely time at Samantha E's flat, just around the corner from Dr and Mrs S, as it happens. She invited me and Glyn C and Rachael, so that's four playwrights - is there a collective noun? (No impertinent suggestions please. Oh go on then, if you must...) Happy to say the fifth diner was the actress Genny S, Glyn's partner. Gen kept us from too much writerly navel-gazing. Smashing food, nice wine, interesting chatter. The burning issue, at least for me - is it really true? Will there be live poodles on stage in Improbable's Theatre of Blood? We talked about the election hardly at all, but Glyn and Gen are wondering about going to the count at their constituency - Bethnal Green and Bow, mark you - for research purposes. Now that's dedication. Should be rather lively down there in the early hours of May 6th.
Yesterday also I finished scene 5, not before ffing time.