The play's in progress

Never direct and act in the same play! I've much more admiration for the feats of Clint Eastwood et al now that I've been trying to do just that in the impending production. Not that 3 nights in the town arts centre, and then 3 nights touring local village halls is quite a Hollywood blockbuster. Thusrday is the first night, no major mishaps, although ticket sales of only 42, are a little disappointing. Friday and Saturday might be a little better, but one wonders what can persuade people out of their homes, if a rollicking farce like Feydeau can't attract them.
And - never give yourself the role that has all the props to deal with - a suitcase that carries my stage wife's nightdress, hair brush, bed jacket, bag, my slippers, and a medicine chest (in the suitcase) containing water carafe, linseed, bandage, medicine glass, and pretend laudenum. So, as well as ensuring that all the cast are OK, everyone elses props are there, the stage is set correctly, the lighting operator is happy and the front of house is staffed, I have to have to get myself sorted.
And then, of course, I have to get the egg ready for the last act. One character, played by Nick, is supposed to drink a raw egg. So, because he refused to do this (a lack of dramatic zeal I feel), I've been blowing an egg and filling it with cold custard, which when cracked gives a reasonably realistic appearance. Its given Nick quite a reputation as an egg drinker! Perhaps we can leave it as a real one for the last performance?