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The Improvised Shakespere Co.'s first, and last performance of "Arron Burr's Romance." The company headlined Grayslake Central High School's third annual "Write Night" as part of the fourth year of "Writers Week," which featured several student presentations of their work.
Here's the textured and rendered version of the previous image that formed the basis for the B-WRITE Splash Page.
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The Improvised Shakespere Co.'s first, and last performance of "Arron Burr's Romance." The company headlined Grayslake Central High School's third annual "Write Night" as part of the fourth year of "Writers Week," which featured several student presentations of their work.
I am writing this on Monday afternoon, here in Agra. So, I will try to write about what passed since I last wrote, Friday evening.
Saturday, we decided to begin by going out for breakfast, down in the town at Chaplins, so to fil ourselves up for the day so not need to eat until we got to the airport.
Town is very quiet now, but very much so at just gone eight, parking near to the church, then waking through to the café. The regulars were already in, or came soon after, swapping news on their latest ailments.
We ordered big breakfasts and a pot of tea, then looked out of the window until the food came. It did indeed fill us up. But then it was don to business.
Back home to drop me off so I could pack and have a shower, while Jools took Sylv shopping so she could eat when we were gone.
Time was now a valuable commodity, and it was falling through our fingers quickly.
Jools came back and we did the last of the tasks, so at midday we could have a brew before Jen and Sylv came at one, Jen would take us to Worth where we were to meet John and the others on the tour.
Our cases and us just fitted into Jen’s small hatchback, and once we were al in and the doors secure, we lurched off back to Whitfield then along the Sandwich Road to Worth.
Another glorious spring day, with another week of such expected, it seemed sad to be leaving the country, but it would be a good trip.
We hope.
We unloaded the car, said goodbye to Jen and Sylv, then just wait for the others and the taxi to arrive.
By two we were all waiting, the taxi came and the eight of us and our luggage just fitted inside. Two hours to Heathrow, the sat nav said.
Not much to tell about the journey, other than the roads were pretty clear, we had no holdups, so arrived at the airport just before half four.
We unloaded the taxi, walked into the terminal, checked our bags, and because we had upgraded to business, we had our own desk, got a fast track through security, then had a fifteen minute walk to the B Gates to the United Lounge where we had access.
Free beer, cider and wine went with the buffet, we ate well, and so time passed.
With the flight departing at half eight, the gate wouldn’t be announced until half seven, which could have meant a long walk back to the main terminal building, but as luck would have it, B37 was the first gate out of the lounge, so once it was announced, we were the first there.
We were not alone for long, and soon several hundred people were milling around. The inbound flight was delayed, so ours was too, but again as business passengers we were in the first group on, and once on board turned left instead of right to get our super-duper seats/booths.
It was all very nice, but as I don’t watch films, the super-large screen was unused, and with all the blankets, pillows, sheets, slippers, pyjamas and so on you get given, there was little room to move, let alone use the alcove for your feet which allows you to lay down.
We took off 45 minutes late, and despite having huge numbers of staff, dinner took two hours to arrive, and I had to ask twice for a second glass of wine.
The lights were dimmed and so we all tried to go to sleep, but for me I could not get comfortable, and got too hot, so was restless, which also meant I kept knocking buttons on the side of the seat turning the TV or the lights on.
Jools did go to sleep, and I guess I must have had an hour or so, but then went back to reading Enigma.
The flight was just seven hours, and before long the dawn began to show on the horizon, and in time the lights were put back up and breakfast was served, if you were hungry.