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I wanted to write all about The Roaring Girl, which we went to see on Saturday. I really didn't like Stratford upon Avon, never been before, the station spits you out on a busy main road and I'm not keen on the amusements but the play was ok and Lisa Dillon (don't know her at all) was a BRILLIANT Moll Cutpurse and I loved the music element but I hadn't realised what a very London play it is, Dalston, Islington, Shoreditch, Stoke Newington, all very local to me, and really it wanted to be performed at a London theatre. The Stratford audience never got behind it properly imo, and left it feeling a bit dead.
Anyway, that's neither here nor there because Pippi has been very poorly all over this bank holiday weekend, has needed two trips to the emergency vet and turned out to be so fierce she was unhandleable. I would have been embarrassed if I hadn't been so anxious. They couldn't even put a muzzle on her and she had to be sedated for an examination. She had a very high temperature and they couldn't find anything else wrong with her so she is back at home, sleeping deeply and just about eating wafer thin ham fed by hand. Mog hates her because she smells of hospital, they've shaved her fat little pink belly. Won't really know what's going to happen for a day or two, they gave her a long lasting injection to reduce temperature but if it goes up again.......