Don't know why but I now seem to have inherited two plants that are on the verge of death. Why am I the sort of person that attracts these things? They look in pretty bad shape but I'll do my best to bring them back from the brink. If I can turn at least one around, I'll be happy.

Freyed tempers at rehearsals tonight, including a meltdown and a storming out. The pressure seems to be getting to the company, although I think we have to remind ourselves it isn't bloody Shakespeare. Moddeled three pairs of shorts for V. I think we have now found a pair that meets with her satisfaction.