Excuses I have not………

Yes know I should be ashamed of myself.
I have no excuse, well actually I have, my keyboard kept jumping and missing letters, and my frustration level was so I High I wanted to scream
Yesterday morning, whilst the old git was dressing I complained yet again about the useless nature of my keyboard. May I remind you that I have had to paint in the ‘N’ and ‘L’ in pearlised nail varnish as I’ve worn away the letters. Why the ‘N’ and ‘L’ should give up the ghost I’llllllllll NNNNNNNNNNNNever Knnnnnnnnnnnnnnnow.
There he was semi naked studying my keyboard when I saw the light bulb ping over his head.
A good old fashioned 60 watt light bulb may I add, anyway he turned the keyboard over, opened a flap and took out two batteries.
He replaced them with two new ones and before you could say will you go and put some underpoants on, I was up and running, well up and typing.

He’ll be home soon and then I have to change because we are going to his theatres Christmas do – don’t ask.
Last night I finally got a night in,. Cooked for B and him and settled down to watch THE WRESTLER. . Micky Rourke has a vulnerabilty not seen since Marlon Brando’s contender. In between chats with the daughter,I tried to watch the Benjamin Button film with Brad Pitt. It’s like Im destined not to see it, I have fallen asleep twice now.
Wednesday I sat in row ‘J’ at the Wyndhams Theatre for TWELFTH NIGHT. I know the theatre well having played in it for 10 months back in the 70.s Its a lovely old theatre, if a little cramped, and the audience are ra ra and rich, they make me all chippy…
I nearly liked it a lot, as it was I like it somewhat. Jacobi was camp, the younger actors were inaudible and mostly slight.
Tuesday night I went to see OLIVER. Look, if QUENTIN LETTS, from the DALY MAIL, gave it 5 stars you can understand why I nearly hated it. Not quite though, the sets were great and the choreographed tableaus were good, but most of the actor/singers were carboard cut-outs and Mr. Atkinson’s Fagin was a Jewish Mr. Bean….
On Monday I made supper for a boy in distress, which went on until the wee, small hours…
Last weekend was good and the weekend coming will be better.
The young folk are coming to the cottage with grandaughter and stopping over so that me and the middle daughter can organise the invites for my 600th…..sorry that should read 60th!
Sunday we come back to the flat to face another extrordinarily busy week. Would I like it any other way – nope?
But I must try and find a place to blog. Sorry.
Please blog me back so that I know you haven’t deserted me.
AN AUDIENCE WITH JENI BARNETT is on MARCH 26th at the FAIRFIELD HALLS in CROYDON. 7.45 with lots of fun and games as we’ll continue celebrating me being an oap
write to me soon.