Theatre Royal, Waterford

It was a dull, drizzly morning.  I had thought of tackling a bit more weeding, but was put off by the weather.  Instead, I did a session on the exercise bike.  Meanwhile, W went to gardening club, and returned with a clump of something (not sure exactly what) but apparently it's good ground cover.  Also a bag full of primrose flowers - he mentioned that we wanted to get primroses going on our ditch, and was assured he could grow them from the seeds in the flowers - we will see.

In the afternoon we popped down to New Ross to get some stuff in Tirlán.  Plants (yes, more), seeds (yes, more), bamboo canes, fat balls for the birds.

After an early dinner, another trip to Waterford - that's the fourth evening in a row I've been out (only the 2nd for W).  Our first time at The Theatre Royal.

A play called "Gas Ticket" - which is, apparently, Irish slang for a funny person (referencing laughing gas).  A very moving, incredibly well acted (one woman, two roles, over an hour continuously on stage) play about the impact of getting pregnant at 15 in Ireland, the mother/baby homes run by nuns.