Ah the drama...

This evening's dress rehearsal was a little rough around the edges to say the least, given that we are on stage in a week.

That said, there is a time and a place for panic.

Now is not that time.

Marshall Petain needs to take a chill pill, which I can provide on request.

Many others stumble and falter over their lines, yet I appear to be singled out for the firing squad.

'Tis no matter...

On the way home I got a text to say my daughter had been readmitted to A&E after falling last week and damaging her collar bone.

Now that's a drama worth making a crisis out of.