Last week the cast and chorus one by one succumbed to coughs, colds, influenza and variants thereof. At its peak we had about a quarter of the chorus on the sick list, but anyone still upright dragged themselves to rehearsals anyway.
In amongst the usual detritus littering the side of the rehearsal room (bags, scarves, jackets, bottles of water, mugs of tea) there now appeared cough drops and paracetmol, while in between scenes we passed around tissues and swapped medicine recommendations.
Now it looks like most of us are recovered, or nearly so - *whew*. I still have an annoying cough but my nose no longer runs like it's training for the London marathon. Mind you, as one of the Panto veterans wisely said, better to get sick now than during the run! Because, of course, the show must go on regardless (and the costumes don't have pockets for tissues).
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