Returning Winter

Monday. 7.00 a.m. Breakfast, on BBC television, when I turn on the television just now, telling us that it's going to get wintry. After several weeks of relatively mild weather, it will be something of a shock

3.05 p.m. A lot of clanging and other extraneous noises were coming from the garden below my kitchen window as I stood at the sink and did some washing up this afternoon. I saw a workman outside, walking across the grass below, dressed in a yellow day-glow jacket. Then scaffolding poles appear over the edge of the roof below the window, and it was clear he was putting up scaffolding. I've been told the roof along the corridor, which is where my flat is situated within Dexter House, has a serious leak. It has taken some time for the Council to get this situation under control and actually get something done regarding the leak, as it is causing further problems because it has been left. There is another workman somewhere about and between them, these two workmen have a radio on which I can hear as well as what sounds like drilling, presumably something to do with putting together the various sections of scaffolding. Probably not drilling, but screwing together the sections. I just hope I don't have to have people looking into my kitchen window, which is likely to happen when they get around to the actual repairs of the roof.

Tuesday. 6.45 a.m. BBC Breakfast is celebrating its 40th anniversary this morning. They have the original blue clock in the bottom right corner of the screen rather than the digital one which is usually in that position. Looking at the footage from that time, it really looks amateur and not the slick professional look we have come to expect.

Wednesday. 8.05 a.m. It was a bit of a shock when I went out to my car yesterday morning at 8.20. I was about to drive off to Camphill, but I found the car's windows frozen, not just on the exterior. There was ice inside, and I had to go back into my flat to fetch the spray de-icer and scraper. It took around fifteen minutes to clear the windows sufficiently so that I could see out and then drive to Camphill.

On arrival at Camphill, I was greeted by some of the theatre gang, who were pleased to see me and when we went into the check-in which is done at the beginning of each session. Terrie, the leader of the workshop, had some great news. Sales of tickets for 'Twelfth Night' are going exceptionally well and some £400-worth of tickets for the two performances. Also, BBC Look East, the local news programme which is on BBC1 at 6.30 p.m. throughout the week, came a few days ago and did interviews with some of the performers and the report will be shown on Look East sometime in the next two weeks.

All the actors have now been given folders with the adapted scripts of 'Twelfth Night', and the rest of the day was taken up with rehearsals of the play.

12.55 p.m. A lot more clanging and banging from the workmen repairing the roof. I wish they would use rubber hammers. The scaffolding has grown considerably overnight.

I have bought a ticket for the matinée performance of 'Twelfth Night", on Saturday, 4th February. This is done via the Q code on the poster.