No time to blog today, not until the weekend. And, it feels even hotter at 6 am than when I went to bed last night.
When I do, I might report on my grandson Dan’s response to Phaedra which I couldn’t face watching, and definitely on our argument – on the way to the Royal National Theatre – about who is the Dionysius of pop (or should I say rock) – Jacko or Jim Morrison.
I’m not much informed about ‘the moonwalk’ but I am fascinated by the way the moon has been visibly hanging out during the day all this week, except it was only when I got out into an open space – as we drove across Waterloo Bridge – that I could see her. Dan has been mesmerized by her midday presence across the Sussex coast, where he lives, every day since Monday. I think his friend thought we were quite mad, but he was thrilled to get my theatre seat. Dan thinks skywards.
Dan with his feet on earth.