I thought on Saturday it was really nice to have a quiet evening at home, a little something to eat, a glass of wine, listen to the radio etc.

I discovered today that I should have been at the Traverse.  There was a ticket magneted (a handy neologism?) to my fridge but the event had not made its way into my diary.  I can't even blag my way into another performance because Saturday was the last night of the run. 

What a pain.  It was a show with a Fringe First too.