Busy day at the Edinburgh Fringe after a tired and grumpy start, enjoying performances of Abigail's Party, after which we relaxed in the Gilded Balloon Cafe with a mug of coffee each and a Danish Pasty.
Then, the Cambridge Footlights review, and on to the Pleasance Theatre to see a one-man show by comedy song-writer and singer John Shuttleworth.
Then dinner dinner at The Arches Italian and then energetic climb up Arthur's Seat before back to the main theatre of The Guilded Balloon for a 10.00pm performance of Donna McPhale.
The walk back after dropping in to The Minto Hotel after the Festival Club as per usual for a pint and to listen to the night's jazz band
The day did not start off particularly well as, having rushed down to breakfast and then gone upstairs to do some computer and telephone work for the morning, I adopted rather a bullying tone with Wiggly and upset her.
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I was getting a bit anxious about all of the action items outstanding for Redgrave, about the backlog of my journal and of having not got in touch with the children to see how they were managing with Sam.
Wiggly was struggling with the difficult job of typing up an assets list and preparing for our wines & spirits license transfer and had forgotten to bring our Redgrave pad and I had a go at her and regretted it.
In particular, I said that by keep asking me and getting me to help, she was "working her way out of a job" which was rather nasty. I was also tired after a couple of late physical nights and it took me a while to get back in a good mood so as to effectively apologise and make it up sufficiently to settle Wiggly again.
The bus journey into the city and the first play we saw was Abigail's Party and both Wiggly and I thoroughly enjoyed this performance by Tangerine Productions, even though a man played the female lead.
We relaxed in the Gilded Balloon Cafe with a mug of coffee each and a Danish Pasty and I got the idea of seeing the Cambridge Footlights review. This was all right and well done with Tamsin Stanley and Claire Taylor doing particular well in the female roles and deserving better material.
I had seen them both before and they are first class actresses with a lot of potential in my view. This all meant that we missed the Passion-killers but, after taking a beer, we did stay at the Pleasance Theatre to see a one-man show by comedy song-writer and singer John Shuttleworth.
With his quirky Sheffield parocialism and expressions and his use of the full features of an electronic keyboard he had most of the audience laughing at some point or other during his performance and some of the real enthusiasts were killing themselves all the time.
Time for us to enjoy a dinner at The Arches, another restaurant in the Italian sector before Wiggly decided that it would be nice to walk off the alcohol and meal by an energetic climb up Arthur's Seat.
The view of the City from about half way up (all we could manage in the hour or so we had) was quite magnificent and there were several other active and romantic couples with the same idea perched at various vantage points.
Down briskly and back to the main theatre of The Gilded Balloon for a 10.00pm performance of Donna McPhale, another in the mould of strident and profane, expressly Lesbian (or "dike") stand-up comedienes.
She was quite funny in parts and appealed particularly to her female audience with her blend of reverse sexist material and explicit reference to Lesbian sex, female condoms, sperm banks, "wanking" and all else.
It being late now, we walked to the Festival Club as per usual for a pint and to listen to the night's jazz band who were both a seven-piece ensemble but also replaced their front line at times with a fair lady jazz singer of the "Mama" build variety.
Foregoing the late-night bus, we walked back to The Minto Hotel at Wiggly's suggestion and so collapsed into bed at 1.00am and to sleep soon after.