December 30, 1978

This morning we had the dress rehearsal of Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves, but the boys would not co-operate first go (the telly distracted them, and I was quite crossy + bossy). We did it + it went dreadfully. Bleuch! Ah well, bad dress rehearsal, good first night. Seems to be true, for our performance at 2 o'clock was superb.
In the evening we went to a panto, it was Cinderella, nowhere near so good as Robinson Crusoe. It was all soppy, and they didnt throw nuffin to the audience.
We had Chinese supper, yum. We saw 'Oliver'.