Am bored and cold. And not doing Personal Statement. And I miss Hetty horribly. While the week before I see her is the best week, because I can count down, and every day it's getting nearer, it's also the worst week, because it's the longest time I've been away from her. Argh argh argh.

I have been made Chief of Costumes for Little Shop of Horrors, eeee! Although it means lots of extra work, not so eeeee. But I sooo have this thing cracked. I'm putting the company in all the same, but different colours, because I hate it when everyone's a mishmash in musicals. I like a sense of uniformity. So will be running up (for this read: forcing other people to run up) circle skirts in this cheapy fabric we found, which comes in the most gorgeous colours, which is going to look fab. And shoving a bit of even cheapier net underneath to look like a fake petticoat. See the economy of me, world. See it and weep! I would more precisely detail what I'm doing, but it interests only me and the director, so I shan't. It turns out that dear, darling Kate Bailey (you'll be just sooo pleased to know this, Ev - ha!) is exactly the same size as me, so she'll be wearing my pink cherry dress. It is a sweet dress, and will look absolutely right for Audrey, so I want it to be worn, even if I do hate her on principle (I've never even spoken to the girl!)

Had panto this afternoon. Some idi- I mean, person, is making a documentary about Plumpton, and they filmed some of our rehearsal. Namely, the song. The one bloody song in the whole bloody thing where I have a solo. Ouch, ouch, ouch. Still, it'll probably never be shown. There is a God, so one hopes. Bad news on the costume front - well, it doesn't exist, so I suppose technically no news is good news. But I'm going to have to go all Tudor on my arse and bind my breasts - ouch! Minimiser bra and a bit length of bandage to flatten me a bit. My poor body is going to be so bruised by the end of the run. Lizzie's costume is gorgeous. I waaaant it. It's like something out of Bleak House, but not a muted colour, it's a wonderful deep blue. Still, I get sausages, so I can't complain.