Rehearsal and the usual anxiety – who would turn up? But for the first time, all the people I’d asked to come did come. (Eventually, it’s true, but hey…
We were rehearsing The Three Sons – a sort of folk King Lear, but with sons rather than daughters. Most encouragingly, they got it. All three sons were sharp and quick witted. while Lear himself had all the power and authority I was hoping for, with an added slice of self-deprecatory humour. Well, see for yourself…
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