Woken by the doorbell at 0900...could have slept for hours! Opened the shutters to find the postman waving a parcel in his hands. Downed a couple of pints of tea. Early lunch/late brunch then Aki drove me to Stoke Newington. I had an audition for a wee four-hander written by one of the Tower members, which will be presented as part of a wider post-pandemic mini festival. Young director introduced himself as Matthew Ibbotson... revealed he hadn't directed anything before. He wasn't very convincing, I have to say. Woman auditioning opposite me was pretty hammy too, so not holding my breath! Take it as it comes. Got home and FaceTimed ma and pa. Kath wanting to come down for the civil partnership ceremony...may be able to work something out by July, depending upon the state of play with the pandemic. Sunderland looked like they had turned the play-off semi-final round, sticking in two goals at the Stadium of Light against Lincoln City, to level the tie...but conceded in the second half, condemning the Black Cats to another season in League One!
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