…I’ve really landed myself in it this time. A week from today I’m in the play Educating Rita. I really don’t understand why I’m doing it – and it’s supposed to be fun! We won’t mention the fact that I’ll be 54 in a few days, and Rita is supposed to be 26. You have to laugh, don’t you? We’re not complete idiots – we’ve taken out any references
to Rita’s age, but still….if I hear anyone in the audience whispering “Poor cow – they must have told her she looks young, and she believed it”, I’ll cry.

On the plus side, it’s a very funny play – just reading it, I have laffed a lot (little bit of Liverpudlian creeping in there)- and a challenge. Hang on, that’s not a plus – I don’t even like challenges!

So that’s what’s happening in real life. In the other life, the usual nonsense – I got told yesterday that there was to be an arrival today at a big house I clean. These people – they live on another planet.
Here’s a poem for you – I have to say it in the play. It’s by William Blake. It’s called:

The Sick Rose.

Oh rose, thou art sick.
The invisible worm,
That flies in the night
In the howling storm:
Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy.
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.