Clearly, I contracted the exploding bug. I’m still unable to eat anything, and today Deb and I had to make a final revision to the music cue recordings – more chant, more polyphony. I stand well clear of her so I don’t pass the bug on, consequently you can barely hear me singing. But that’s just as well. The bank have written to me asking for more identification and proof of address. I don’t need this, I need a chequebook! I’ve already virtually cleared out my own account paying for fees and materials for the show, and my VISA card is bending under the weight. So I drag out some more documents and put them in the post. Early night tonight.