Woke to more bad news from Ukraine. Got up and made tea…read some "Nowhere Man" in bed…the bit I’m currently on is set in Lvov, rather bizarrely given the news! Got up and cooked a late breakfast. Did some exercises to try and counter the discomfort I’ve been experiencing with the bad hernia repair. Drove to Stoke Newington early afternoon…hooked up with Katrina at the Tower for the matinee of the short plays. The two black actors in “Prodigal” have been getting better and better. Our piece is in good shape…Katrina and Aki enjoyed Bee’s singing voice. I'm looking forward to working on a couple of Etta James numbers with her for the next gig night. I hadn’t seen the two second half pieces. The actress in “Ursa Major” was very good…the bloke playing opposite her less so. “Baby Doll” was poorly directed and poorly played…we stayed for the Q&A with two of the writers afterward. Kalungi Ssebendeke, who wrote “Prodigal”, was especially interesting…look forward to more from him. We repaired to Itto, round the corner, for early dinner and did a bit of catching up with Katrina. She’s been up and down to Edinburgh helping to look after her aged aunt who had a nasty fall last month and broke an arm. The dim sum was good, and my sweet 'n sour chicken with egg fried rice wasn't bad. Drove home and watched a bit of telly. Christian Erikson made an emotional return to the football pitch with Brentford...but they lost to a rejuvenated Newcastle.
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