Naughty me. I’d arranged to view a play on Tuesday evening. For some stupid reason February 14th didn’t ring any bells. So I spent the evening alone at Theatre 503 watching what was admittedly a great play. Mathematics of the Heart, ironically (and painfully) enough, is about relationships and the difficulty in meeting partners’ expectations. I was surrounded by couples. Pip was at home on his own.
Undoubtedly the critic gig has amazing perks, and it’s great to see so many shows. But there are times when I should really be at home.