Get that sticky bun off my frock!

Well darlings, time is chugging along merrily like a winged chariot or some such thing, and now we find ourselves hurtling towards opening night at quite a pace! Really it seems only moments ago it was March! I suppose this is what comes from the odd aperitif at lunch eh?


I've locked the lovely little darklings in a rehearsal room with strict instructions that they're not getting pudding until the dress rehearsal; one does have to keep a firm hand with actors you know. 


The wonderful Ms. McPherson and Ms. Macauley have been producing costumes and props left, right and stage centre - greatly aided by the legendary Ms. Pam Tait. Honestly, I was so overcome by her marvellous generosity this week I became terribly sentimental and bought her a sticky bun. Then again I have heard that spending a great deal of time hanging about theatres can make one lose all decorum. That is why they're such fun.


Speaking of impropriety I have a wicked piece of gossip that I must let you in on, come closer....closer....shhhh...OK. It is rumoured that several of the Darkling gentlemen have received a little ticking off in rehearsals because they're so thrilled by their frocks that they're getting terribly distracted. But my goodness who can blame them! I imagine they're feeling breezes in places that have never felt the breeze before! Or so one imagines....

Mr. Wragg-Smith, Voguing with abandon

Hinge and Bracket; the Early Years

As my darling son Dickie would say "Golly! It's all an adventure" 


Fondest squeezings loveys, 


Mrs C. 

The Darklings hard at it!

The lovely Miss Becca Gordge and Miss Georgina Trevor forget to wax.

Hilarity ensues for the delightful Mr. Nick Finegan
and Miss Zahra Barri.

The bleedin' gorjuss faaamily; Miss Becca Gordge,
Miss Sara Gledhill, Mr. Tom Rawlinson
and soon-to-be-Dr. Sam Olof.

Lawks!