Streetcar

I was in bed with my lemon and ginger tea (still can’t take my usual teas with milk) this morning when I checked the reminder email about today’s training and suddenly realised it was to be held in person on George St, not online as I had in my diary! A very speedy shower and dressing followed, then I bid A farewell and dashed down the road…bumping into CM on the way which was lovely and we had a mini catch up about current madness.
The training (for charity trustees) was interesting, although some of the investment jargon in that section lost me, but chatted to a few interesting people representing interestingly varied charities and they provided a tasty breakfast buffet and gave us a bag of freebies to take home (very nice pens and water bottles….blimey the private sector is a different world!!)
Walked home in bright sunshine, with the city skyline looking beautiful, and it was really warm…I had overly thick tights on!
Tried to tackle some admin but found it very frustrating, then had a catch up with VG for the first time in ages….which led to lots of exasperated venting from me (unhelpfully!).
Walked over to meet CR (having to cross a long river of very jovial German football fans walking from the centre of town on their way to the Hearts stadium for their match on the way….they will have stayed jovial as Heidenheim won 2-0!) for a very tasty Japanese supper and catch up chat before going to see Streetcar Named Desire. Very long first half, but an excellent production with the two women leads particularly strong. We thought Stanley was played as a rather one-dimensional angry guy, and the circular stage got a bit noisy as it turned more often towards the end, partly representing Blanche’s deteriorating mental state no doubt. A good evening, skilfully portrayed, and a full house. CR gave me a lift home and I went straight to bed.