I'm sorry. I've been neglecting you!
I'm being a thespian at the moment so I've had the run up to the show and show week is on now.
But that's no real excuse!
I had every intention of writing a blog, or at least a mini blog post, each night after the show but the boy has had other ideas!
Just as Mummy is on stage this week, the boy has decided to go through a stage himself and wake up between 4 and 5 am every morning demanding milk and then, once his thirst has been satisfied, calling out
"Choo, Choo." until we get him up and take him downstairs to watch Thomas the Tank Engine.
As Thomas doesn't come on until 6 am it's sometimes a tense and fraught 2 hours telling him to go back to sleep.
As you will see the boy is fickle and has abandoned fire engines in favour of trains now which is a shame as Fireman Sam doesn't come on until 8!
Instead of blogging when I get in from the theatre I'm trying to get straight to bed in anticipation of an early start the next day.
I have discovered that toddlers and theatre hours don't mix! Even though I have rather cutely taught the boy to say the word theatre when I ask him where Mummy has to go in the evening!
So we're half way through the run of Abigail's Party, Mike Leigh's dark and comic masterpiece and although the voice is going and the throat is rough from all the herbal cigarettes I have to smoke I couldn't be happier.
Here's the review we had from our local BBC Radio arts and ents correspondent. I'm in brown and turquoise in the picture. It's not the most flattering picture of me but then Beverly isn't the most flattering person I've ever played.
She's the most fun though!