It’s mad out there! The students are back, and lying in the corridors, whirling things on strings, and being pestered by different societies. I was never in a society when I was a student. Hmmm.
I have heard from others since I last wrote this diary that all the anaesthetists they know ARE fun loving hedonists. Still, I’ve finished that play now, so now I’ll be thinking only of taxi drivers!
Tomorrow Cate Watkinson and I will be putting words and glass together at the Customs House Gallery in North Shields. I like it up there. It’s all airy and riverish. The exhibition opens tomorrow.