A grey day by the Rhine.
A wander around the centre of town. Two attempts before I eventually found my place at the third cafÈ I visited. Suddenly I found myself wondering what Ade was up to, and if he was OK (after his hangdog expression entering & immediately leaving our modest hotel restauarant). Then, 2 minutes later, Ade's face appeared in front of me! He had discovered a very good Italian restaurant in town, and was now on promenade. We had a cappucino together & discussed the future of Crim. A hairy & earnest male sat behind & at a distance from Adrian, smoking and staring at us.
Aggravation. Grief. Internet access? Pooey pooey. I've out my Diary on a disc so Laurie may hopefully get it out at the show's production office. Now to practising.
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