Tuesday, 1 April 2008

In the evening, Jackie and I went with neighbours to the local Barn Theatre for a performance of Neil Simon’s Barefoot in the Park. It was a very compact production and remained completely true to the original text set in New York around 1960. The cast of seven did very well and, although Neil Simon isn’t one of my favourite writers, I thoroughly enjoyed the evening.

By agreement, we had driven half way to the theatre and walked the rest of the way. As we started the return walk Jackie turned her ankle on the pavement so after settling Jackie on a conveniently situated bench, I hurried off to fetch the car. Twenty minutes later, I was back with Jackie to collect the car keys. How we laughed.