It's late, and it's raining hard. As we left the club, it was coming down hard enough to run between the roots of my hair in rivulets and start puddling in my shoes. During the tea party, it rained enough that we spent most of the afternoon huddling under a tarp (and stuffing ourselves with yummy food, photos to follow) and did not play croquet one bit (sad, though I had a good afternoon). The upshot is there will be no kayaking tomorrow, though since we're going to see the closing night of "The Irresistible Rise of Arturo Ui" with Eileen and friend tomorrow it's probably just as well that we won't be heading to the peninsula.
Review of tonight's play will come tomorrow, plus brief recap of nightcap - there will be plenty of time to type after I get nine hours and shadowdaddy makes me crepes.