I wonder if they'll keep her?

The house still feels weird without the cat, but I'm not quite so undignified about it anymore.  I've even seen a couple shows:  Marguerite with Ruthie Henshall, which feels like a quick summary of a better musical, and Waves at the National, which you should catch before it heads off to Broadway.

At the interval of Waves, I happened to spot the talented, young (and quite goodlooking in person) folk singer Tim van Eyken outside and said hello as a fan.  He's in War Horse, which has returned to the National and is definitely worth seeing.

I'm also upping my training runs for a fantastically dubious-sounding half-marathon I'm doing in October called Run To The Beat, and I've signed up for my first triathlon, giving me a full year to prepare and learn how to properly cycle.

And I just finished reading Salman Rushdie's excellent The Enchantress of Florence.  A lot of people who should know better say a lot of very stupid things about Salman Rushdie.  I'm thinking of Boris Johnson who moaned on Question Time, "Oh, I could never get through a page..."  I'm afraid that will only ever say more about Boris Johnson than it ever will about Salman Rushdie.