Here We Are

It isn’t every day you see a production of a new Sondheim musical and as this one is posthumous it is going to be the last.  Written over many years it wasn’t finished so there is a musical first half and a rather empty second half.  It doesn’t quite live up to the rave reviews but it’s recognisably a Sondheim show and there are many delights.  Based on two films by Bunuel, the first I knew, the second I didn’t.  We had dinner before at Roti King, cheap and delicious Malaysian near Waterloo and walked through the charming Roupell St Conservation area.  ‘How delightful’ said V, ‘let’s buy a house here’. A tiny terrace advertised in the estate agent window was 1.7m…and we’d be downsizing quite considerably.  ‘Let’s not’,  I said. 

Theatre in London these days when we’re not staying up is always rather tense but we made the 1030 home. 

I didn’t manage to get up to London in the morning however as the trains were all delayed on the first working day or re-nationalisation so I worked in the barn office whilst the rain hammered the garden and refreshed the weekend’s planting.