Memory fails

The trouble with working for yourself is that when there is work available you want to do everything that's offered, but when there isn't any you fret that you're not working. So the fact that I haven't really done anything that will bring in the bucks over the past 4 weeks starts to be disturbing. However, I'm sure I'll get back to the late nights and weekend traumas that were plaguing me in June and July!
Mrs L has been away for the week, looking after daughter and grandchild. She returned yesterday afternoon. So I've had a week of batchelorhood; and I'll get another at the end of the month when she's off with the local twinning visit to France. Because of play rehearsals, I won't be able to do that until the end of November, but I'm already looking forward to it and planning where to stay (that is, which hotels will give me the comfort that I like to indulge in!) But before that we've still got the play to get through and I've got to learn the lines I've given myself. It used to be so easy - and enjoyable. Learning Thomas Moore in A Man For All Seasons seemed a doddle a few years ago. Now a few pages is hard graft and painful. if necessary we'll just have to wing it - as long as I get the cue lines out!