FOLLOWING my story in Bm@il (when Mr F and I watched a Shakespeare play in the pouring rain), we have martyred ourselves yet again.
In North Wales, staying with Fisher junior and son-in-law (they live there); we turned up to see one of my favourite opera singers perform in one of four open air concerts arranged in the grounds of his home near Bangor.
Though it was again muddy and miserable,this time it wasn't the lack of sunlight that dimmed the experience - but the host/star himself.
It was 'songs from the musicals' night, and Bryn Terfel, who had appeared at his opera session the previous night, was due to treat us to a few songs, in a programme which included musicals maestro, John Barrowman.
Bryn did turn up to tell the crowd (in Welsh first, so we wondered what on earth he'd said when we heard the disappointed groans) that he would NOT be singing after all, but would join the audience - as he was recovering from the previous night!
We could have borne it bravely if he had sent us a sick note and stayed in bed, but it was rather like ringing in sick from your job, then turning up to sit around and watch your colleagues work.
At the interval we dug ourselves out of the mud to make a dignified exit, (if that is possible wearing multi-layered clothes and carrying fold-up chairs) to escape the glum gathering, which had cost us nearly £100.
By contrast we had a terrific experience at the London Palladium, where a very good friend of more than 30 years was ending his two-year run in the fantastic production of The Sound of Music.
Interestingly, John Griffiths had a terrible sore throat and ulcers, and even though he had several lines to deliver, he still turned up for work, and even treated us to wine and nibbles in his dressing room afterwards! What a trouper!
WHINGE of the week: Has anyone been irritated by the change made to the exit from the first level of the Grainges Car park, in the Pavilions Shopping Centre?
The traffic flow has been altered so drivers should give way to cars zooming down from the next floor up; shame that the view of the down-coming cars is blocked by a concrete wall.