We went to the theatre this afternoon to see Agatha Christie’s play Witness for the Prosecution, which was put on at the Malvern Festival Theatre, our local. I don’t think it was one of her best, but it was quite fun, and the actors — a professional touring company — did a good job of playing it with verve, so the audience mostly seemed to enjoy themselves.
The plot concerns a man accused of murdering an elderly rich woman who he had befriended. He is down on his luck, and all the circumstantial evidence is against him, when one of the key defence witnesses changes their testimony and things started to look extremely bad for him. Can his barrister find a way to convince the jury that he is not guilty, in spite of the weight of evidence against him? You’ll have to see the play yourself to find out, because I don’t want to spoil it for you.
I was a little concerned about spending a couple of hours sitting on theatre seats after the difficult time I had during the recording of I’m Sorry I Haven’t a Clue, but I needn’t have worried. The pain largely held off until half an hour before the end, and a quick dose of painkiller put paid to that. It was a much more comfortable experience. Of course, the chairs were different, which may also have had an influence. Altogether, I’m pleased that we made the effort to go.
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Don’t stop the excursions. I am thinking that it is all too easy to let the cancer and its treatment dictate the totality of our lives.
Do something you want to do, even if it is possibly inadvisable, like being in crowds.
Thanks for the encouragement. You’re right that I don’t want to let the cancer dictate the quality of my life and invade it totally.
As for going into crowds when I’m supposed to avoid them, I so hated being in isolation for four days and nights that I would willingly give up crowds to avoid that again. I guess it depends on ones priorities, doesn’t it?