bad, bad theatre

Have just spent more than three hours sitting through a dreadful play at the National. It was the second show I've seen there in a month featuring handbells. Handbells. Surely someone should be monitoring these things. Some of the live music was good, but the rest of the show hovered between po-faced and ridiculous. Much chair slamming and rolling down the stage. The evening wasn't really enough of a distraction from everything that has been going on, but I was gifted a box of American macaroni and cheese (a childhood food of happiness, along with frozen peas in a cup) which might help.

And a friend's death notice was published today, something which I don't have any words for.