Final Word.

One final word on the cold. The heater in my bedroom has banished the ice from the window, and a pre-heated bed beckons. Goodnight everybody. Love you all.

I said that when I went to a party with the actors at the local lock-in on my birthday fifteen years ago (excluding the bit about the ice on the window and the pre-heated bed.) They’d bought me something and I had to make a speech.

Luvvy language then, luvvy language now. Actors! Nice memories.