Panto season is here and we'd read the book, M had concocted the recipe and P hit Waitrose while we did the Coach House Theatre. It was a joyous production. Giant chickens behind you and ingredient memory loss - riotous.
Afterwards M got to go backstage and was entranced by the trap door and hidden computer control station and the exiting players.
Meanwhile J prayed for George's granny who she thinks went to heaven... Back home the medicine was brewed, the kiwi slime crushed and it all proved quite delicious.
