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Day 2 of a Play In Two Days and I do have a very short play, but not the one I would’ve chosen to write. We were given the opening - a hotel bungalow in the tropics, a half empty wine bottle and half-eaten meal on the table, a woman packing or unpacking her bags, her t-shirt stained, her fingernails dirty. A man at the door, in his Speedos, water dripping. In most of our playlets the man dies. In more than one he drinks the rest of the wine and eats the leftovers first. It was a great course.

I’ve walked past the Marlborough both days, in both directions, between buses.

Hope you’re having a great Sunday.