Mick's run away from home again this week, and my sister is frantic with worry, and not a little bit angry with him for leaving her in the lurch as far as the picking up of his little brother from school is concerned. I don't know; Mick will be 20 years old soon -- perhaps it's time he let go of her apron strings. We hear he's made his way to Utrecht, and has crashed with a mate of his there. I'm sure he'll come back once his savings or his welcome's run out, whichever comes first.
And I was pleased as Punch to see Jodie win the role of Nancy in this year's West End musical competition, although I do worry for her that the producer so obviously wanted Jessie for the part.