We have to get hold of a glass, a jug, a chair and a table for the show. Jug, glass - easy - we are living amongst the charity boutiques of Edinburgh. They do not do much furniture where we are though, so we had a half-hour walk today to the zone of electrical and furniture charity shops. And what a pleasure it was...Within minutes of entering the British Heart Foundation shop Martin had fallen in love with a table. Luckily it is a small, wooden table, the kind of table we need. It could just as easily have been a large, glass-topped, dining table which would have proved difficult for me to negotiate on stage, but his passion for once fitted with what was necessary for the show
We were a very dashing sight on the streets of Edinburgh, me with my bags over-flowing with towels (we needed a few) and him clutching his table to his chest. At one point a chap said to his wife, as we overtook them, "Careful, darling, man with a table," as if it was a run-of-the-mill ocurrence.
We arrived at The Pleasance and went to pick up our passes. Martin kept talking to his table. I like to think it amused the staff at reception, even when the table started talking to them... I guess he's very tired and hasn't met another German director to be friends with yet.
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