Oh my goodness, the play is next week. How on earth did that happen? OK, Caitlin – breathe……breathe……
This week was our final production meeting (sniff…). Much of it was spent drinking coffee and talking about ice-cream, which I can only see as a good thing with regard to the state of the show.
We also have a schedule for get-in day, which includes a thirty minute period  described as âCaitlin to get teary eyed out of joy or deep distressâ. Iâm desperately hoping for the former, but either way itâs nice to have designated weeping time. My job on get-in day is, Iâm pretty sure, to keep out of the way and nod appreciatively as the technically-competent among my team turn the OâReilly into the Forest of Dean. Never has a day full of things I donât understand seemed so exciting.
And following get-in comes tech. rehearsal. The day when actors get bored, techies get annoyed and directors have a tendency to want to kill everything that moves. So thatâll be fun.
In the name of creating pleasant actor/techie relations, weâre organising a sort of crew date for us all the Saturday before we open. Spread the love. Create some bonding moments. Eat lots of pizza. Itâll be lovely.
So here we are. My next diary entry will be coming to you from the other side of play week. Itâll all be finished. Iâll probably still be hung-over. Hereâs hoping that the drinking is from joy rather than deep distress. I guess weâll find out soon.
Caitlin McMillan, director of Blue Remembered Hills
