Wednesday, 28 February 2024

Macbeth at Doc X

 Let me start by saying that I really admire Ralph Fiennes as an actor – there’s not many who can be equally at home taking over the role of M from Judi Dench (what shoes to fill!!), terrifying a generation of Harry Potter fans as Voldemort and – perhaps just as terrifying – portraying Richard III. And now Macbeth. So I approached the show with great anticipation, but this production is best summed up by my good friend Kate: ‘There’s no oomph’.

It started well: Doc X is a huge warehouse, and as we were admitted into the auditorium we passed through an installation of a bleak, wartorn wasteland with a burnt out car, rubbish strewn around and dead trees. The set itself was equally bleak – a gray bare stage with steps up from the auditorium and more steps up to a house front with entrances at stage and upper levels. This enabled some characters, notably the witches, to literally oversee the action at times.

The witches themselves were cleverly presented as young refugees from the war – three young women who began the show by crawling on to the stage as if out of some bombed out building. The role of the supernatural was ambivalent – there were no Paddock or Greymalkin, no sailor’s wife eating chestnuts, no Hecate and the cauldron scene was cut completely, but they did wind the charm up before meeting Macbeth and the apparitions were created by an external force taking over the murderers and the witches themselves to give Macbeth the familiar predictions about Birnam Wood. Macbeth himself was ‘taken over’ and saw in his imagination Banquo’s line of kings under the influence of the witches who held him. All that worked for me.

But many of the characters lacked development, mainly due to the way the script was edited: we saw the sergeant reporting to Duncan, but he managed only the first speech before needing his wounds tended, and Malcolm was not introduced at this stage – so we lost the initial portrait of the young princeling who had to be freed after captivity. There was a little hint of Malcolm’s youthful glee at being named his father’s successor, but to me, the Malcolm who took the stage as king in the final scene was substantially the same person as at the start.

The first commendations of Macbeth’s bravery from Duncan were also lost, as was the juxtaposition of the King’s recognition of his misplaced trust in Cawdor and his greeting of Macbeth as ‘Worthiest cousin’, as this scene was edited to allow Macbeth and Banquo to remain on stage, Duncan to greet them and then receive reports of Cawdor’s death.

The two early Macbeth soliloquys were delivered as by an old, battle-weary soldier, and at that point I would have said he didn’t have the energy to follow up his dark desires….while Lady Macbeth had if anything too much energy. She whirled round the stage after reading the letter, and seemed to try to scoop up the forces of darkness – for me, it was all too light-hearted. When Macbeth returned home, standing at the top of the steps, she literally fell at his feet – not the power balance I expected. And as a couple they had very little chemistry, and despite being on stage together for most of the first half of the play there was little physical contact: he greeted her on the line ‘Duncan comes here tonight’ by groping her bottom in an awkward embrace, and she pushed him back during the banquet. Their conflicts were more convincing, but when she taunted him with being a coward, he merely flicked water at her…. The constant movement around the stage – at one point he appeared to be chasing her – may have been to do with the need to project to all parts of the cavernous auditorium, but it lessened the sense of drama.

The water itself was a nice touch: a table with a clear bowl of water and towels was brought on as Lady Macbeth entered for the first time: Macbeth washed his hands and face after his journey and later, when he plunged his hands into the water after the murder of Duncan, it neatly illustrated the line ‘my hand will rather / The multitudinous seas in incarnadine’.

I recall a friend commenting on our production of Macbeth that so often Banquo fades into the background, while our Banquo ‘really came alive’ as the voice of reason – seeing this version, I see what she means, for Banquo, like Malcolm, never really spoke to us as a character. The decision to bring his bloody ghost onstage in the banquet scene just served to remind me that during his murder, he was stabbed in the neck, the back and the side, but when he received the death blow to the stomach and fell, the only visible blood was on his front. Yet the ghost had blood on his face and neck….

Even Lady Macbeth didn’t follow the character arc I expected – she seemed to be fully in charge – of herself and her husband – right through to the banquet scene, and then break apart.

The character of Seyton was another bit of confusion – he (or at least the same actor in the same costume) appeared as Lady Macbeth’s messenger, and the gentlewoman in the sleepwalking scene, and then in the later scenes with Macbeth. Is it just me who noticed that he was standing beside Macbeth when the cry of women was heard; remained onstage beside Macbeth during the next speech and then informed him that the queen was dead – how did he know??

Having said all that, Macduff was far more engaging: his scene with Malcolm was well played; yet even here there were confusing details: Macduff arrived escorted and in handcuffs. Ok – so rather than seeking Malcolm out in England, he had been captured and brought to Malcolm. Yet Malcolm then removed the cuffs – not once he had established his honesty, but halfway through the speech about his avarice….why?

Macduff’s reaction to the news of his family’s slaughter was heartrending: rather than railing at himself, fate and the gods, he slumped onto the steps and sat for a long while in silence – just as effective as invective. Another interesting detail was bringing Macduff’s wife and two children onstage early in the play: they accompanied Duncan on his visit to Macbeth.

The battle elements, with armies coming into the auditorium from all sides, were effective, and the final fight well-choreographed with long knives rather than swords as befits a modern interpretation, but I was left feeling that this was at its root a traditional approach to the play, and all the set dressing told us nothing about Macbeth that we didn’t get from the script which was delivered in a generally lacklustre way.

Tuesday, 26 January 2021

Hamlet, Prince of Covid-stricken Denmark

 Scene 1 Elsinore Castle, Battlements. Hamlet walking around


Enter Ghost

HAMLET

Angels and ministers of grace defend us!

Be thou a spirit of health or goblin damn'd,

Bring with thee airs from heaven or blasts from hell,

Be thy intents wicked or charitable,

Thou comest in such a questionable shape

That I will speak to thee: I'll call thee Hamlet,

King, father, royal Dane…..

GHOST

At bloody last!

I’ve been haunting these battlements for the last three nights and seen no one. 

Where are my faithful guards, Marcellus and Bernardo?

HAMLET

They’ve been furloughed.

GHOST

And thy good friend Horacio, who is wont to visit thee here?

HAMLET

Self-isolating at Wittenberg. But good my lord

Let me not burst in ignorance; but tell

Why thy canonized bones, hearsed in death,

Have burst their cerements?

GHOST

I am thy father's spirit,

Doom'd for a certain term to walk the night….

HAMLET

Yes, yes – get on with it. We’re not allowed an interval, to stop the audience mixing, so hurry up.

GHOST

'Tis given out that, sleeping in my orchard,

A plague stung me; so the whole ear of Denmark

Is by a forged process of my death

Rankly abused: but know, thou noble youth,

The serpent that did sting thy father's life

Now wears his crown.

HAMLET

I knew he was a bad un.

GHOST

Upon my secure hour thy uncle stole,

With juice of cursed Covid in a vial,

And in the porches of my ears did pour…..

HAMLET

Hang on – can you actually catch it that way?

GHOST

Let’s not get too realistic. You are talking to a ghost here……

Anyway – just kill the bastard. Ok?

HAMLET

Yes dad.


Scene 2 The Palace. Enter Claudius, Gertrude and Hamlet.

CLAUDIUS

But now, my cousin Hamlet, and my son,--

HAMLET

[Aside] A little more than kin, and less than kind.

KING CLAUDIUS

How is it that the clouds still hang on you?

HAMLET (ignoring them)

O, that this too too solid flesh would melt

Thaw and resolve itself into a dew!

You’d want to kill yourself too as well

If you were stuck in a bubble with these two.

No sooner had dad died than my Uncle Claudius

Decided to marry my mother;

Guess it meant he could be part of our household

And get a bit of the other….

It is not nor it cannot come to good:

But break, my heart; for I must hold my tongue.

GERTRUDE

Look how our son is rapt.

CLAUDIUS

Not too tightly wrapped if you ask me.

Where’s Polonius? He might have some idea what to do with him.

GERTRUDE

Parliament’s been suspended — Polonius is working from home.

CLAUDIUS

I’ll give him a call and ask him to send Ophelia over.

GERTRUDE

She can only meet Hamlet if they take their daily exercise together.

CLAUDIUS

And I’ll send for Rosencrantz and Guildenstern.

GERTRUDE

Travel is banned outside your local area.

CLAUDIUS

Damn. S’pose that means I can’t send Hamlet to England?

GERTRUDE

I think they’ve closed the airports. And he’d have to show a negative test and quarantine for ten days.

CLAUDIUS

Bugger.


Scene 3 Outside Elsinore Castle. Hamlet walking, Ophelia stalking.

HAMLET

To be, or not to be, that is the question,

Whether 'tis nobler in the mind to suffer

The slings and arrows of outrageous fortune,

Or to take…..

OPHELIA

Good my lord…..

HAMLET

Christ – can’t I soliloquise in peace? You’re not even supposed to be here – households can’s mix.

OPHELIA

Silly-quiz? On your own? Sounds like you need me – you loved me once.

HAMLET

Did I? Oh yeah – you can sit on my lap at the play tonight. I’m looking forward to that….

OPHELIA

The Players cancelled – theatres and performances are closed under the latest lockdown rules.

HAMLET

Shit – there goes another good plan.

The play’s the thing….

OPHELIA

What means my good lord?

HAMLET

Get thee to a nunnery – you should be safe from the virus there.

Exit Hamlet

OPHELIA

O, what a noble mind is here o'erthrown!


Scene 4. A graveyard

Hamlet approaches a gravedigger.

HAMLET

Whose grave's this, sirrah?

GRAVEDIGGER

Mine, sir.

HAMLET

I think it be thine, indeed; for thou liest in't.

GRAVEDIGGER

Is that meant to be some sort of Shakespearean joke?

HAMLET (picks up skull)

Alas, poor Yorick! I knew him, Horatio: a fellow of infinite jest….

GRAVEDIGGER

That’s not Yorick actually – he’s over there. And Horatio’s still at uni… You mad or something?

HAMLET

I am but mad nor’nor’ west.

GRAVEDIGGER

That’s good – the plague comes from the east.

Enter funeral party.

HAMLET

What, the fair Ophelia! (Jumps into the grave).

GRAVEDIGGER

That’s got to be against regulations – she might be dead but…2 metres, please….

LAERTES

The devil take thy soul!

(Grappling with him)

CLAUDIUS

Pluck them asunder. They’re not even wearing masks.

(Aside) Don’t worry Laertes – I’ll sort it.


Scene 5 A room in the palace. Hamlet and Laertes prepare to fight.


HAMLET

These foils have all a length?

OSRIC

Ay, my good lord.

They fight. Hamlet is injured.

They swap swords. Laertes is injured.

GERTRUDE

The queen carouses to thy fortune, Hamlet.

HAMLET

Good madam!

CLAUDIUS

Gertrude, do not drink.

[Aside] It is the poison'd cup: it is too late.

HAMLET

O villany! Ho! let the door be lock'd:

LAERTES

It is here, Hamlet: Hamlet, thou art slain;

I can no more: the king, the king's to blame.

HAMLET

A plague on both your houses – sorry, wrong play.

Then, venom, to thy work.

Stabs CLAUDIUS


Enter FORTINBRAS, the English Ambassadors, and others

FORTINBRAS

Where is this sight?

HAMLET

O, I die;

But I do prophesy the election lights

On Fortinbras: he has my dying voice.

FORTINBRAS

Ambassador – you have the Oxford vaccine – administer it to Hamlet.

Ambassador injects Hamlet.

FORTINBRAS

There – now would you like to explain what’s happened here?

HAMLET

A miracle! I’m cured. I’m King! I’m….

FORTINBRAS

…facing the charge of murdering Claudius….(looks around)…and Laertes.

Oh, and Polonius.

And we might ask for Ophelia and Gertrude’s deaths to be taken into account too.

You’re goin’ down mate.

HAMLET

Would it help if I said a ghost told me to do it?

FORTINBRAS

Better if you just plead insanity.

HAMLET

The rest is silence.


Wednesday, 20 January 2021

Covid-Crossed Lovers....

 Romeo and Juliet

Scene 1. A street


ABRAHAM

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

SAMPSON

I do bite my thumb, sir.

ABRAHAM

Do you bite your thumb at us, sir?

SAMPSON

[Aside to GREGORY] Is the law of our side, if I say ay?

Enter PRINCE, with Attendants


PRINCE

Rebellious subjects, enemies to peace,

Profaners of this neighbour-stained steel,

You should not be mixing in a public place

Know you not this virus is real?

Where are your masks, where social distancing?

Get thee home, for there will be no appeal

If charges are brought against you for ignoring

The restrictions of this lockdown….

MONTAGUE

My Lord, I will send them home with all due haste.

Exit Prince

LADY MONTAGUE

O, where is Romeo? saw you him to-day?

Right glad I am he was not at this fray.

BENVOLIO

Still whining about Rosaline somewhere I think

I’ll try to cure him – it’s driving me to drink….


Scene 2. Another street

BENVOLIO

Tomorrow at the feast of Capulet's

Sups the fair Rosaline whom thou so lovest,

With all the admired beauties of Verona:

Go thither; and, with unattainted eye,

Compare her face with some that I shall show,

And I will make thee think thy swan a crow.

ROMEO

One fairer than my love! the all-seeing sun

Ne'er saw her match since first the world begun.

BENVOLIO

Tut, you saw her fair, none else being by,

Herself poised with herself in either eye:

ROMEO

I'll go along, no such sight to be shown,

But to rejoice in splendour of mine own.


Scene 3 The Capulets’ House

LADY CAPULET

Tell me, daughter Juliet,

How stands your disposition to be married?

JULIET

It is an honour that I dream not of.

LADY CAPULET

Well, think of marriage now; Thus then in brief:

The valiant Paris seeks you for his love.

This night you shall behold him at our feast;

So shall you share all that he doth possess,

By having him, making yourself no less.

NURSE

No less! nay, bigger; women grow by men. (Sniggers)

Enter a Servant

Servant

Good madam, your husband seeks you downstairs

He’s bloody annoyed.

Enter Lord Capulet

CAPULET

The Prince says we are not to have our ball:

Even though we are to be masked, as the law demands

Indoors, ‘tis said, thirty folk may mix

As long as we with social distancing and masks comply.

'Tis since the nuptials of Lucentio,

Come pentecost as quickly as it will,

Some five and twenty years; and then we mask'd.

But now the rules have changèd yet again

And into lockdown one more time we plunge

So tonight’s party’s been called off.

Blast the Prince, the virus and all to hell.


All stomp off.


Scene 4. Yet another street

MERCUTIO

Well that’s that, no Rosaline for you tonight 

Another lockdown has put paid to our evening fun.

ROMEO

I dream'd a dream to-night.

MERCUTIO

And so did I.

ROMEO

Well, what was yours?

MERCUTIO

That dreamers often lie.

ROMEO

In bed asleep, while they do dream things true.

MERCUTIO

O, then, I see Queen Mab hath been with you.

But hear my dream, for from it you’ve made good escape.

I dreamed about the Capulet Montague feud

From forth the fatal loins of these two foes

A pair of star-cross'd lovers take their life;

Whose misadventured piteous overthrows

Do with their death bury their parents' strife.

The fearful passage of their death-mark'd love,

And the sound and clamour as their parents weep,

For, but their children's end, nought could remove,

Was now the two hours' traffic of my sleep;

ROMEO

What a stupid dream

BENVOLIO

Nay – I dreamed too…

That you had killed Tybalt and been banished to Mantua…

ROMEO

Well he would have deserved it, bighead that he is….

BENVOLIO

…and you returned to Verona to find the gracious Juliet dead.

ROMEO

Who??

MERCUTIO

Nay, in my dream she did not die, but slept…

BENVOLIO

I foresaw your death too Mercutio…

MERCUTIO

What?? A plague on both your houses.

But Romeo in my dream did kill himself.

BENVOLIO

See – you’re better off out of it mate.

ROMEO

Yeah – guess you’re right. Come on, lets get some beers in and watch the football.

EXEUNT.


Thursday, 14 January 2021

A Midsummer Night’s dream of Covid

 A MIDSUMMER NIGHT’S DREAM


SCENE 1. THESEUS’S PALACE

THESEUS

Welcome, good Egeus: what's the news with thee?

EGEUS

Full of vexation come I, with complaint

Against my child, my daughter Hermia.

Stand forth, Demetrius. My noble lord,

This man hath my consent to marry her.

Stand forth, Lysander: and my gracious duke……

THESEUS

Yes, yes – but you know no marriage can take place.

Indeed the fair Hippolyta cannot be my wife

Until three moons have passed; this is the law

Laid down by our esteemed government.

So when at last this lockdown we put by

And free again to wed are all my subjects

Again your plea I’ll hear with all my heart

Till then, do us a favour and clear off out of it.


Exeunt all except Lysander and Hermia.


LYSANDER

How now, my love! why is your cheek so pale?

How chance the roses there do fade so fast?

HERMIA

Belike for want of rain, which I could well

Beteem them from the tempest of my eyes.

LYSANDER

Ay me! for aught that I could ever read,

Could ever hear by tale or history,

The course of true love never did run smooth.

I have a widow aunt, a dowager

Of great revenue, and she hath no child:

From Athens is her house remote seven leagues;

And she respects me as her only son. –

And better still, she’s only in Tier One!

They run off.

Enter Helena

HELENA

How happy some o'er other some can be!

Through Athens I am thought as fair as she.

But what of that? Demetrius thinks not so;

He will not know what all but he do know:

I will go tell him of fair Hermia's flight

And we’ll run after them into the night.


SCENE 2 THE FOREST

QUINCE

Here is the scroll of every man's name, which is thought fit, through all Athens, to play in our interlude before the duke and the duchess, on his wedding-day at night.

BOTTOM

But, good Peter Quince, have you not heard – all weddings are banned while lockdown’s on.

QUINCE

Oh shit – I forgot.

Exeunt


Enter Oberon

OBERON

Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania.

TITANIA

What, jealous Oberon! Fairies, skip hence:

I have forsworn his bed and company.

OBERON

Why should Titania cross her Oberon?

I do but beg a little changeling boy,

To be my henchman.

TITANIA

Set your heart at rest:

The fairy land buys not the child of me.

He is in my bubble

And thou canst not come within two metres of him.

Exit

OBERON

Well, go thy way: thou shalt not from this grove

Till I torment thee for this injury.

My gentle Puck, come hither. 

I once saw a plague like this we now have.

In Oxford I remember a scientist’s eye

It fell upon a little western flower,

Before milk-white, now purple with love's wound,

And maidens call it love-in-idleness.

Fetch me that flower; the herb I shew'd thee once:

The juice of it on sleeping eye-lids laid

Will make or man or woman immune to plague

Fetch me this herb; and be thou here again

Ere the leviathan can swim a league.

PUCK

I'll put a girdle round about the earth

In forty minutes.

Exit


OBERON

Having once this juice,

I'll watch Titania when she is asleep,

And drop the liquor of it in her eyes.

Exit


Enter Demetrius, with Helena in pursuit.

HELENA

I am your spaniel

DEMETRIUS

Sod off.

Exit


Enter Hermia and Lysander

LYSANDER (yawning)

One turf shall serve as pillow for us two;

HERMIA

No – keep two metres distant – you know the rule!

They fall asleep.


Enter Helena and Demetrius. Enter Puck who puts them to sleep.


PUCK (squeezing juice on their eyes)

When thou wakest,

Thou takest

Full protection

‘Gainst infection

With the vaccine’s help we see

You with your friends can safely be.


Enter OBERON

What about Titania?

PUCK

Small problem about her fancying a donkey, but think it’s sorted now.


Enter Theseus

THESEUS

Can we get married now?

OBERON

Not till you’ve had your vaccines.

THESEUS

I really cannot believe all this crap is really happening….

PUCK

If we shadows have offended,

Think but this, and all is mended,

That you have but slumber'd here

While these visions did appear.

And this weak and idle theme,

No more yielding but a dream.

But the virus is real, sad to say

So we’re staying at home to keep safe today.


THE END


Friday, 8 January 2021

Much Ado About Nothing.....Covid Style

 Turning my attention to another great Shakespeare play that could have gone slightly differently if the virus had hit........


MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING


SCENE I. Before LEONATO'S house.


Enter LEONATO, HERO, and BEATRICE, with a Messenger

LEONATO

I learn in this letter that Don Pedro of Aragon

comes this night to Messina.

BEATRICE

I pray you, is Signior Montanto returned from the

wars or no?

Messenger

I know none of that name, lady: there was none such

in the army of any sort.

LEONATO

What is he that you ask for, niece?

HERO

My cousin means Signior Benedick of Padua.

Messenger

O, he's returned; and as pleasant as ever he was.

BEATRICE

But, I pray you, who is his companion? Is there no young

squarer now that will make a voyage with him to the devil?

Messenger

He is most in the company of the right noble Claudio.

HERO

Ooh, he sounds nice….

MESSENGER

Don Pedro is approached.

Enter DON PEDRO, DON JOHN, CLAUDIO, BENEDICK, and BALTHASAR


DON PEDRO

 Signior Claudio and Signior Benedick, my dear friend Leonato hath invited you all. I tell him we shall stay here at the least a month; and he heartily prays some occasion may detain us longer. 

CLAUDIO (looking at Hero)

Hear hear….

HERO (blushing)

You are welcome sir.

LEONATO (checking his phone)

Dear sirs, it says here that Boris has imposed another lockdown. You must go straight home and not mix with anyone outside your household for at least six months.

CLAUDIO, HERO, BENEDICK and BEATRICE

Bugger…

DON JOHN – evil cackle.

THE END.

Tuesday, 5 January 2021

Shakespeare in the Time of Covid...Macbeth.

 Lying awake the other night, my mind started moving without my permission - like it does - towards the way the current pandemic might have impacted on the plots of famous stories and plays. By the time I went back to sleep. I’d visualised what Macbeth might look like if Covid had hit 11th Century Scotland...

Macbeth

ACT I

SCENE I. A desert place.

Thunder and lightning. Enter three Witches.

FIRST WITCH

When shall we three meet again

In thunder, lightning, or in rain?

SECOND WITCH

When the vaccination’s done,

When the lockdown’s been and gone.

THIRD WITCH

That’ll take most of 2021…..

FIRST WITCH

Where the place?

SECOND WITCH

Upon the heath.

THIRD WITCH

There to meet with Macbeth.

Loud cackles


SCENE 2 A Heath

Enter MACBETH and BANQUO

MACBETH

So foul and fair a day I have not seen.

BANQUO

What are these

So wither'd and so wild in their attire,

That look not like the inhabitants o' the earth,

And yet are on't? 

THIRD WITCH

All hail, Macbeth, thou shalt be king hereafter!

BANQUO

Speak to me, who neither beg nor fear

Your favours nor your hate.

FIRST WITCH

Hail!

SECOND WITCH

Hail!

THIRD WITCH

Hold on – we’re only allowed to mix with one person from outside our household….

Exeunt witches

MACBETH

Stay, you imperfect speakers, tell me more…..

BANQUO

The earth hath bubbles, as each household has,

And these are not within our bubble. Have ye your mask on?

Infected be the earth on which they stood – come, we must sanitise….


SCENE 3


Enter LADY MACBETH, reading a letter

LADY MACBETH

'They met me in the day of success: and I have

learned by the perfectest report, they have more in

them than mortal knowledge…’

Glamis thou art, and Cawdor; and shalt be

What thou art promised: 


Enter a Messenger


What is your tidings?

MESSENGER

The king comes here to-night.

LADY MACBETH

Is not thy master with him? 

Messen

So please you, it is true: our thane is coming:

LADY MACBETH


Exit Messenger


The raven himself is hoarse

That croaks the fatal entrance of Duncan

Under my battlements. Come, you spirits…..


Enter Messenger


MESSENGER

My lady, we have just gone into Tier 4 

The king cannot visit our household after all.


LADY MACBETH

Well that’s scuppered our plot then….

Might as well finish the play here.


THE END



Thursday, 16 April 2020

The New Normal?

Almost at the end of week four of the corona virus lockdown, and I’m beginning to find a new normal – so much so, that I think it will feel very strange to go back to real life.

It is now ‘normal’ to get up at whatever time feels right; to eat when hunger calls; to drink tea or coffee almost continuously through the day; to not look at the clock but to start an activity when I finish the previous one, or when I want to. Even more weirdly, it is now normal to convene in front of the TV around 5pm to watch the Government Briefing, followed by the Six O’Clock News – that is our news ration for the day.

I didn’t write last week because I spent the week feeling partly a bit down, but mainly lacking in energy as I assimilated the situation. I’m normally a pretty positive person, but the current circumstances are trying for us all, and I think it’s absolutely right to be kind to yourself when you need to be, and allow yourself to….just be.

Part of last week’s problem was looking into my diary which confidently announces that in the two weeks leading up to Easter I was helping front of house with a production in Bembridge; rehearsing for Hamlet at the Castle, attending several musical evenings and undertaking final rehearsals and preparations for The Savoyards’ Kipps which we were performing over Easter. Yeah….I know. Glum face.

This week I have resumed my accustomed, more active, lifestyle and have discovered the benefits of being able to choose how I spend my time. Yes, there are the necessaries like shopping (which I really hate right now – especially since I keep coming home with NO BREAD FLOUR OR YEAST!!), cleaning (to which I have my usual attitude of it has to be done but there are far more interesting ways of spending my life) and cooking, which I actually enjoy.

Other than that though, I appear to be assuming the lifestyle of a Georgian or Victorian lady (I have always had feelings about my natural station in life…😉). I am choosing to spend time sitting in the garden reading – no surprise there, for anyone who knows me. I am actually gardening – only the light stuff, you understand, but I enjoy watching the seeds I have planted germinate and grow.

I have gone back to my old love of music and am playing the piano, guitar and my new baby – my banjolele. This interest is encouraged by my husband’s guitar playing and the Ventnor Guitar Club’s now weekly Zoom Open Mic sessions, at which I have been inveigled into performing with hubby.

I am sewing – my thirteenth century dress is complete save for the hat and belt, and will be followed up by a Tudor gown; I have gone back to a very old cross stitch project which really only needs a few hours’ work to be complete. Why? Because I can!

So as I count my blessings, which I am doing quite frequently at the moment, rather than concentrating on what I am missing, one of the first delights is the freedom to choose what I am spending most of my time doing every day. I am also immensely grateful for the presence of my husband, knowing there are so many couples kept apart at the moment by work requirements and so on. I am also grateful for the presence of his shed where he keeps the oily, fiddly bits and pieces he uses to repair ticket machines and guitars. Yes I know – but it keeps him happy, bless him…

Yes I miss my children, family, friends, rehearsals and socialising, but I am grateful that I can keep in contact with them on the phone, using video calls and on social media: in particular, I am so grateful for those who post regularly to charge little details of their life for us to enjoy reading and feel we’re staying in touch – thank you, those who so that. It’s a good feeling that we are all in this together, getting through it as best we can, each in their own way, and ready to exchange hugs just as soon as we can.